Part 1 People in The Hamptons used to say I had it all. My name is Ethan Caldwell. I had the generational wealth,…
Part 1 The chandeliers in the lobby of the Grand Summit Resort don’t just shine; they judge. They hang from the ceiling like…
PART 1 The vibration in my pocket felt like a detonator. In my line of work, a buzzing phone usually meant a mission…
PART 1 The desert heat here isn’t just hot; it’s a physical weight, pressing down on your shoulders like a heavy, wet wool…
PART 1: The Ghost in the Commissary Dawn at Fort Braxton always breaks with the same aggressive precision. The sun doesn’t just rise;…
PART 1: The Ghost in the Machine I am a ghost. I haunt the polished corridors of the Naval Special Warfare Command, invisible…
PART 1: The Weight of Chrome and Bone The asphalt was a ribbon of black fire beneath me, stretching endlessly into a horizon…
PART 1: THE GHOST IN THE GARAGE The smoke didn’t just rise; it writhed. It curled upward like a dying beast, hissing, sputtering,…
Part 1 The rain on Sunset Boulevard has a way of washing away the glitter, leaving behind only the grime and the grey.…
Part 1 July 2, 1966. It was one of those Chicago summer days where the heat didn’t just sit on you; it pressed…