Part 1 I almost didn’t go. That’s the part my friends would laugh at the…
Part 1 The fluorescent lights of the precinct felt like they were vibrating against my…
Part 1 The snow in Chicago doesn’t just fall; it buries the truth under fourteen…
Part 1 The morning rush at Miller’s Diner was a symphony of clattering plates and…
Part 1 The check on the mahogany desk was for more money than my father…
Part 1 The sunlight in the breakfast nook was blindingly bright, reflecting off the polished…
Part 1 The fluorescent light above the gas pump buzzed like a trapped hornet, flickering…
Part 1 The handcuffs were cold, a biting, clinical chill that felt like it was…
Part 1 The rain in Manhattan felt like ice water mixed with exhaust fumes, soaking…
Part 1 The engine sat dead in the center of the workshop like a $2…