The salt air off the coast of Maine didn’t smell like freedom; it smelled like decay. Elias Thorne stood on the jagged edge…
Chapter 1: The Rumble on Route 27 The bell above the diner door chimed like a warning. Twelve leather-clad bikers walked in,…
Chapter 1: The Fortress of Solitude The rain in Seattle didn’t wash things clean; it just made the shadows deeper. Margaret Hayes…
Chapter 1: The Billion-Dollar Paperweight The conference room on the 80th floor of the Mendoza Tower in downtown Chicago offered a panoramic…
Chapter 1: The Reflection in the Glass The wind cutting down Fifth Avenue was not merely cold; it was expensive. It was the…
The Mercedes-Maybach S-Class, a sleek phantom of polished obsidian and chrome, looked alien as it rolled slowly down the cracked pavement of West…
Chapter 1: The Weight of Sunrise the alarm clock on the nightstand didn’t just ring; it screamed. It was 4:30 A.M. in Washington…
My father’s voice cracked through the living room of our Beverly Hills home: “You’re grounded until you apologize to your stepmom.” Every…
The invitation arrived on a Tuesday. It wasn’t sent via inter-office mail. It was hand-delivered by Harrison Cole III’s executive assistant, who…
For eight years, I was Captain Elena Ward, USN. A decorated officer who had commanded destroyers and run complex intelligence ops in…