Part 1 The gymnasium of Harborview High School always carried a distinct, unforgettable scent—a heavy…
PART 1: THE SILENT WATCHER The wind at eleven thousand feet doesn’t just blow; it…
PART 1: THE HUMILIATION The phantom rhythm of rotor blades was the first thing I…
PART 1: THE GHOST IN THE ORANGE SUIT The holding cell smelled of bleach and…
PART 1: THE GHOST IN THE BACK ROW You learn to be invisible. That’s the…
PART 1: THE INVISIBLE PASSENGER The smell of economy class is always the same. It’s…
PART 1: THE INVISIBLE WOMAN The Alabama heat at 0530 didn’t just hit you; it…
PART 1 The mist hadn’t even cleared off Eagles Point Harbor when the nightmare started.…
PART 1: THE HOMECOMING The phone call that changed everything didn’t come on a secure…
PART 1: THE SCORPION IN THE SAND The heat off Highway 87 didn’t just radiate;…