“Please, let me out. I’m not a dog.” The voice was small, desperate, and filtering up from the basement as Richard Mendoza keyed…
He stood there, a thin, impossibly young kid in the harsh bulkhead light, and he had just asked to hold my daughter. My…
The ride in the ambulance was a special kind of hell. It was all sirens, antiseptic, and the smell of hot plastic. The…
I’ve never believed in ghosts. But the dead don’t need to walk to haunt you. They just wait. They wait in the smell…
I left her in the presidential suite at my flagship Key West property, the one I built with my own hands thirty years…
The crowd had become a living thing. A many-headed creature of judgment and curiosity, its whispers forming a low, collective hiss. They saw…
The bell above the hardware store door didn’t just chime—it screamed as a little boy burst through, his face a mess of dirt…
I just wanted peace. That’s all. A few minutes where the world wasn’t screaming at me, where the ghosts in my head would…
Chapter 3: The Aberration The first seventy-two hours of her employment were, by all accounts, a failure. I watched the feeds from…
I saw the shift. The panic in Marcus Thorne’s eyes didn’t just vanish. It solidified. It turned from a hot, frantic fear into…