Courtroom 3 of the Hamilton District Court was a vessel of held breath. The morning light, strained through tall, dusty windows, seemed to…
Chapter 1: The Ghost in the Machine The copper-colored sun was dying behind the thick clouds, casting long, bruising shadows across Woodbury…
PART 1: THE KILL BOX The Kunar Valley doesn’t look like a graveyard at dawn. It looks like a painting—jagged peaks washed in…
Chapter 1: The Ghost in the Corner The morning fog rolled thick off the Atlantic, blanketing the streets of Port Haven in…
PART 1: THE GHOST IN THE RAIN They told me to wait in the rain while the “real” snipers handled business. I…
The wilderness beyond Anchorage doesn’t ask for permission; it simply takes. It swallows roads, erases landmarks, and devours the faint, tinny signal of…
CHAPTER 1: THE GHOST OF PINE VALLEY The phantom pain was bad today. It felt like fire was licking at ankles that…
Chapter 1: The Wolf at the Door The evening sun cast long, amber shadows across the cracked pavement of the Crossroads Truck…
PART 1: THE GHOST IN THE GLASS The white tank top and faded Levi’s didn’t belong on a Marine Corps rifle range. Neither…
Chapter 1: The Ghost of Coronado The morning fog still clung to the coastline of Coronado, a thick gray blanket that muffled…