I. The Invisible Woman The alarm clock buzzed at 4:30 AM in a cramped one-bedroom apartment in Boyle Heights, East Los Angeles.…
I. The Ivory Tower The sound of the paper tearing was the loudest thing in the room. It sounded like a bone…
The millionaire’s laughter cut through the boardroom like a slap. Marcus Thorne leaned back, the leather of his designer chair creaking—an obscene,…
He sat alone in the most secluded booth at Murphy’s Diner, a greasy spoon tucked away in a strip mall off Colfax Avenue.…
The morning fog—what the locals called “June Gloom”—hung heavy over Marino Bay High School the next day. It was a thick, gray…
When I got the text from my son, I felt like I’d been punched in the gut: “You’re not joining us. My wife…
The ceiling of the motel room was stained with a water mark shaped like the state of Ohio. Mason “Mace” Walker knew every…
David Miller didn’t open his eyes immediately. He lay there in the dark of his bedroom in Levittown, Pennsylvania, listening to the house…
The rain in Seattle doesn’t wash things away; it makes them stick. It presses the gray sky against the windows and forces you…
Jackson “Jax” Cole was a man who believed in structural integrity. He was thirty-nine years old, a Senior Architect at one of Chicago’s…