PART 1 The gymnasium smelled like floor polish, nervous sweat, and the cloying, cheap floral scent of a hundred grocery store bouquets. It…
STORY TITLE: THE GHOST OF KANDAHAR PART 1: THE INVISIBLE WOMAN Some people vanish because they have to. I vanished because I wanted…
PART 1: The Invitation The notification didn’t sound like a bomb going off. It was just a soft ping from the tablet resting on my…
PART 1: THE ART OF DISAPPEARING In places like Naval Amphibious Base Coronado, you learn the hierarchy fast. There are the gods—the Trident-wearing…
PART 1 The heat at Camp Pendleton wasn’t just a temperature; it was a physical weight, a heavy, suffocating blanket of ninety-degree oppression…
PART 1: THE INVISIBLE WOMAN “Get that waitress away from my shooters!” Victor Kane’s voice cracked across the Patriots Pride shooting range like…
THE GHOST IN THE FRONT ROW PART 1 The silence of a suburban apartment at 0500 hours is heavier than the silence of…
The Silent Operator PART 1: The Art of Invisibility The sound of a human bone snapping is distinct. It doesn’t sound like a…
The Ghost of Booth 4 PART 1: The Silence Before the Storm The cold in Meridian Crossing didn’t just touch you; it hunted…
THE GHOST IN SEAT 16C PART 1: THE INVISIBLE PASSENGER The best place to hide is in the middle of a crowd. You…