I watched Lana walk away, her backpack slung over one shoulder, the folded permission slip clutched in her hand. The anger at myself…
I saw the white-hot flash of his rage, but beneath it, I felt something else. I felt his fear. He was afraid of…
That winter, the diner’s ancient heating system finally gave up. Landry Chamberlain, the owner, was a pragmatic man, neither cruel nor kind, just…
The three blocks from the facility to my apartment are the only time the weight feels real. Inside the wire, my shoulders are…
The circle tightened, and the air, already thick with the stench of sweat and misplaced bravado, became suffocating. The whispers were gone, replaced…
He hadn’t come alone. I saw the others fanned out, a human wall built of bravado and cheap aftershave. The one I’d learn…
The security guard’s hand shot up, a living red light. Sarah Martinez slowed, the leather strap of her briefcase digging into her shoulder.…
I kept my eyes on the reflection in the window. My breath was a two-count in, four-count out. Controlled. The man—Brad—was still talking,…
Interrogation Room 3 was a concrete box. Ten by ten. Beige walls, scuffed with the ghosts of a thousand other interrogations. A metal…
Two days before I stood in that courtroom, I was just a ghost trying to live a quiet life. I was on my…