Part 1 The road was just white. The houses were dark shapes with their eyes closed, their curtains drawn. No one was…
Part 1 My name is Master Sergeant Derek Thompson. I am a ghost. My job is to be the invisible line. The polished…
Part 1: The Copper Sun and the Silent Judge It was late afternoon on Elm Street, the amber light of the setting…
The radio on my shoulder crackled with the familiar static of end-of-watch. 8:50 PM. Another long Friday shift in the bag. Just paperwork,…
Arthur Hayes sat at a weathered picnic table in the park, the afternoon sun warming his 92-year-old bones. The heat had him unbutton…
My shopping cart had a squeaky wheel. That was the biggest problem in my world at 2:30 on a Tuesday. The squeak… squeak……
Part 1 The world knows me as Marcus Adams. The name is on buildings, on stock tickers, on charity galas. I own cities,…
Part 1 The laughter in the private dining room of Boston’s Damascus Rose was as sharp and cold as breaking glass. I kept…
Part 1 It was a nightmare day, the kind where the asphalt is shimmering heat and the air conditioning in the cab…
Part 1 The smell of stale beer and disinfectant. That’s all I could think about. My shift at the grocery store had run…