Series: In 1968 Washington D.C., Broken Detective Elijah Gaines Fights His Former Protégé To Expose A $40 Million Aerospace Bio-Toxin Mind-Control Conspiracy Targeting Black Tech Magnete Marcus DuBois

Part 1 April’s chill still clung to the air in Washington D.C., but the city felt hot with a different kind of fever. The newsprint, [more…]

The broken glass of Marcus’s study window offered a brief, cold rush against my face as I launched myself through it. My boots hit the [more…]

The diner was a greasy spoon straight out of a movie, tucked away on a quiet stretch of North Capitol Street. The air inside was [more…]

Dr. Harris pushed his glasses up his nose, his gaze still fixed on the intricate diagram in the ledger. “See these markers here?” He pointed [more…]

The city streets were an eerie wasteland, bathed in the orange glow of streetlights that struggled against the thick fog rolling in from the Potomac. [more…]

The electronic locks on the inner glass cell were sophisticated, a matrix of pressure plates and biometric scanners. But the panel also had a manual [more…]

“The medical records,” I forced out, my voice tight with rage and disbelief. “They described a synthetic toxin. A bio-malware that alters brain function. You [more…]

The air in the sterile cell crackled with an unspoken tension, a silent standoff between three men with wildly different agendas. Marcus, glowing with the [more…]

I didn’t waste another second. The keycard felt alien in my hand, a symbol of this strange, desperate alliance. I ran to the main console, [more…]

The wail of sirens grew louder, closer. Heavy footsteps pounded on the concrete floor above us. We had mere seconds. “Drainage conduit,” Julian rasped, pointing [more…]