Part 1 The silence in my apartment in Odessa, Missouri, is deafening today. It’s Friday, February 11, 2000. Outside my window, the lake…

Part 1: The Ambush at Exit 34 My name is Jack Miller. Around here, folks just call me “Sarge.” I’ve worn a uniform…

Part 1 It is a strange and heavy burden to look back at yourself as a child and see a stranger. I look…

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…

Part 1: The Weight of the Silver My name is Caleb Jenkins. Most folks back home in Austin know me as “Sgt. Cal,”…

Part 1 As I drove my unmarked cruiser down the winding roads on the outskirts of Chicago, I gripped the steering wheel tight,…

Part 1: The Coldest Secret in California My name is Geraldine. For years, I was just the quiet woman running the front desk…

“This is the rule, kid,” the man with the scarred face sneered. His name was Fifth Master Wu. “I saw you fight in…

The sun was dipping low, painting the sky in bruised colors over the faded vinyl siding and cracked pavement of the neighborhood. It…