Series: My elder sister ripped my work shirt open on the crowded deck of the Oakhaven Yacht Club right in front of six visiting Navy officers.

Part 1 She pointed at the jagged, crisscrossed burn scars covering my back and laughed aloud so the whole harbor could hear. My father stood [more…]

The sleek naval escort vehicle, its emergency beacon flashing a silent, urgent red, sped away from the Oakhaven Yacht Club pier. Admiral Kincaid was already [more…]

The first rays of morning sun were just beginning to paint the Oakhaven harbor in pale gold when the sound of an engine broke the [more…]

A week later, the Oakhaven Harbor had transformed. Security fencing, the kind typically used around construction sites, now surrounded my padlocked boat shed. Marcus Higgins, [more…]

The Atlantic northeast storm hit Oakhaven Harbor with a vengeance. Temperatures plummeted, dropping below freezing. The wind howled through the gaps in the old workshop, [more…]

The next morning, bone-chilling cold still clung to Oakhaven. I needed fittings to jury-rig a small kerosene heater in my apartment and perhaps a battery-powered [more…]

Eli Parsons handed me the worn leather logbook, its pages filled with his meticulous notes and cryptic acoustic signatures. Back at my freezing apartment, huddled [more…]

The revelation about Victoria’s pier felt like a heavy stone in my gut. I had proof, real, scientific proof, of her recklessness. But first, I [more…]

The regional blacklist left me with few options. My savings were dwindling, the cold in my apartment was a constant companion, and Victoria’s campaign of [more…]

With Marcus’s thumb drive clutched in my pocket, I felt a flicker of hope. The evidence was building, piece by damning piece. But Victoria wasn’t [more…]