where the writers are

work permit | work permit

luke-james's picture
Then it was him up next. He donned his “Aren’t-I-just-the-luckiest-bastard-on-vacation-you-ever-saw-chum?” smile for The Nice Immigration Man. But The Nice Immigration Man wasn’t, nice, that is. Oh no, he wanted to know all about Beckett, wanted to know entirely too much, had gone over every scrap...