The dust tasted of old brick and sulfur. It coated the back of Heinrich’s throat, a gritty reminder that the city of his…
Major David Thorne stared at the secure tablet resting on the peeling white paint of the porch railing. On the screen, a high-resolution…
April 1945. somewhere near the Rhine River. The mud was the first thing you noticed. It wasn’t just dirt and water; it was…
The Vance Mansion sat on the highest hill in Saddle River, New Jersey, like a brooding gothic wedding cake. Built in the 1920s…
The Vance Mansion sat on the highest hill in Saddle River, New Jersey, like a brooding gothic wedding cake. Built in the 1920s…
The metal gates of the Ironwood State Penitentiary clanged shut behind Michael “Mike” Miller with a finality that echoed in his bones. He…
At forty-two, Julian was a titan of Manhattan real estate. He dealt in glass skyscrapers and penthouses that touched the clouds. But this…
The rain in New York City didn’t wash away the grime; it just made the neon lights of the diner reflect on the…
The sheets on the left side of the California King mattress were cold. They were always cold. Marisol lay in the darkness of…
The silence of the house was usually the loudest thing in Benjamin Scott’s life. It was a sprawling, six-bedroom Colonial Revival estate in…