Max Walker writes from a cozy apartment for the pure escape of it all. When he isn't writing, you can probably find him cuddling with his calico cat, who might actually think she's a dog, or cuddling with his dog, who definitely thinks she's a human (and sometimes a cat).
I left the FBI because of a personal relationship that blew up in my face. He was the one and I let him go. I knew my brother-his best friend-had feelings for him, and I couldn't get in the way of that. Now, I'm living in a small town and wor...[SEE MORE]