Finally?  I hope so, the first volume of Colfax and Dead is complete. The three novella's work together and provide what I feel is a good story. Now after releasing the first novella to the world a year and half ago, I am adding the other two.

Since some people bought the first novella and took a chance on me, I decided I'd repay them by updating the file so now they have the whole book where previously they just had the first part.

To everyone who took a chance and tried part 1, thank you and I hope you enjoy the rest of the story. To everyone, there is more story to tell, stay tuned.

Hopefully Amazon will update the page count, https://www.amazon.com/dp/B073NYZGP7

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