Series: My grandmother and I moved into Apartment 3B at the historic Fenwick Building three weeks ago, adopting a stray hound named Buster who roamed the alley.

Part 1 Every night at 2:14 AM, Buster stands beneath the center ceiling beam, growling at the floorboards directly beneath Marcus Gable, our smooth-talking upstairs [more…]

The digital clock on my phone glowed a harsh 2:14 AM against the dark ceiling. My grandmother Martha was a quiet presence in the next [more…]

The next morning, the apartment still held a faint chill, a lingering memory of the unnatural frost. I tried to explain it to Grandma Martha [more…]

Grandma Martha was frantic. We managed to convince Inspector Pendelton to give us 24 hours before seizing Buster, promising to get a vet’s clean bill [more…]

I managed to slip back into our apartment unnoticed, my hand still shaking from the encounter. Six thousand five hundred dollars. Marked. This was hard [more…]

The encrypted SIM card sat on my desk, a small, inert block of plastic and metal. I had no idea how to access whatever data [more…]

I invited Chloe in, ushering her into the living room. Grandma Martha, hearing the commotion, came out from the kitchen, her expression a mix of [more…]

Chloe’s confession hung heavy in the air, a chilling confirmation of my worst fears. Grandma Martha just sat there, clutching her rosary beads, a faint [more…]

I spent the rest of the night poring over the tapped sequences, my mind racing. The message from the radiator felt too important to ignore. [more…]

The recovered text messages were a gut punch. Aunt Sarah immediately called Detective Kross, a contact from her previous cold case work. He listened carefully, [more…]