Series: Silence in this hall costs more than the marble under our shoes, the estate attorney said, opening the black leather portfolio before sixty silent mourners.

I pushed open the heavy wooden door to Julian’s office. It creaked softly, then swung shut behind me, locking out the sound of the relentless [more…]

At 7:55 PM, I stood in the building lobby, the original contract still in my bag. I called Marcus Brody, the rain beating a furious [more…]

Just a few hours later, at 10:30 PM on the same evening of the funeral, I sat alone on my couch in my small, dimly [more…]