The click of the lock was drowned out by the sound of glass clinking.Laughter. A woman’s laughter — high and light, that wasn’t…
Every Christmas Eve, Graham Elridge did the same thing. He stood by the tall window in his living room, scotch in hand, staring…
The wood on the door was splintered and heavy, and it smelled like stale beer and old secrets. I pushed it open maybe…
The echoes of that silence followed me out of the briefing room. Boots shuffled on linoleum. Memos were gathered. No one met my…
The sound found Caleb first. It was a ragged, gasping sob that seemed to tear through the tranquil spring air, a wound opening…
I placed the fresh glass on the table with a soft, deliberate clink. My hand didn’t shake. My voice, when I finally used…
The beep of the heart monitor is my church bell. The sterile blue of the OR is my sky. The rhythmic pulse under…
I pulled the heavy steel door open, and the freezing wind tried to rip it from my hand. The smell of rain and…
The clock read 7:00 AM when the massive, wrought-iron gates of the Greenwich estate slid open, revealing a young woman in a simple…
The first rays of dawn were just striking the glass-and-steel gates of the Sterling estate, a sprawling mansion perched over the ocean in…