Chapter 3: The Reporter at the Gate
I walked out of Washington Holdings headquarters in a daze, the gleaming glass and steel feeling like a cage I was now locked out of. [more…]
I walked out of Washington Holdings headquarters in a daze, the gleaming glass and steel feeling like a cage I was now locked out of. [more…]
The polished mahogany of Damon’s executive desk gleamed under the recessed lights, reflecting my own grim face. He leaned back in his leather chair, a [more…]
Part 1 I had just carried the lost child through a blinding rainstorm back to apartment 4B, where a peeling blue door was the only [more…]
Two weeks later. The air in rural Arizona was dry and hot, thick with the scent of sun-baked dust. I stood beside a rusted gas [more…]
Agent Kincaid strode into the now-exposed vault room, his face grim, his tactical team already sweeping the perimeter. Brenda and Evelyn stood against a wall, [more…]
The smoke was so thick I could barely see my hand in front of my face. The shouts of federal agents echoed through the penthouse, [more…]
The heavy steel shutter sealed Brenda and Evelyn inside the vault corridor. I could hear their muffled shouts, followed by the frantic thud of Brenda [more…]
A deafening roar ripped through the penthouse living room. It wasn’t a siren. It was the sharp, concussive crack of an explosive charge. The reinforced [more…]
Brenda stared at the flashing red light on the wall panel, her face a mask of dawning horror. Evelyn stood frozen beside her, eyes wide, [more…]
Brenda took another step toward me, her shadow looming in the faint glow of my flashlight. Evelyn stood a little behind her, breathing heavily. “Let [more…]