Series: Stolen Blues, Spectral Frequencies, and the $40 Million Studio Betrayal: Former Addict Songstress Nia Dupree Confronts Her Predatory Stepfather Marcus Holloway in a Gothic Battle Over Her Late Moth...

Part 1 The wrought iron gates of Holloway Sound creaked shut behind Nia Dupree, a sound like a phantom sigh in the humid New Orleans [more…]

The heavy mahogany door swung open. Marcus Holloway filled the frame, his shadow stretching long across the polished studio floor. He held a signed buyout [more…]

The lukewarm coffee tasted like ash in my mouth. My temporary apartment felt small, the walls closing in. After Marcus’s threats, fear for Trevon gnawed [more…]

Devante and I stood in the stifling heat of my late mother’s attic. Dust motes danced in the single shaft of sunlight cutting through a [more…]

We sat on the floor of my cramped apartment, the yellowed letter spread out between us. Devante studied it, his brow furrowed. I had read [more…]

We were holed up in a tiny, independent recording studio on the edge of the French Quarter, a favor called in by Devante. The room [more…]

The hidden threats on the spectral audio stems were undeniable. Devante compiled the evidence, meticulously syncing the spectral voice and Marcus’s buried threats with the [more…]

The news of the injunction hit Marcus hard. Devante’s sources within Holloway Sound confirmed it: Marcus was livid. The flow of millions from “Hollow Soul” [more…]

The control room was cold, despite the humid New Orleans night. Marcus didn’t even register my presence at first. He was staring, mesmerized, at the [more…]

The studio monitors shrieked, a high-pitched whine layered with the spectral hum of “Hollow Soul.” The glass mixing desk vibrated so violently that the “Producer [more…]