Dirty Mirrors
Despite all of the security, I got into the billionaire software developer Jason Atkins’ mansion on Mercer Island east of Seattle. I know that the…
Strictioris Observantiae
Early morning in the Santa Rita Mountains, Armando sat upon a rock and watched the dawn break. As the sky grew rosy, he could hear the Trappist monks…
The Ambush, Part 5: The Escalation
The state bureau would now be taking over, in light of the assassination of a high-ranking police administrator. Considering who it was and that…
The Insurrectionist, Part 1: Alexander the Orphan (Excerpt)
They called the zap “Siren Candy” because for so many, it indeed proved to be an actual Siren’s call. This grim fact, however, was seldom dwelt upon,…
The Shadow Men, Part 4 — Excerpt 1
John drove the Ford slowly down the rickety cobblestone street. An unlit cigarette hung out of his mouth, the bitter taste of finely ground tobacco…
Cigarette Guy
Tommy was sitting in an oversized red leather chair and looking at Dr. Leventhal shuffle folders on his desk. There was a brass nameplate on the…
Blood on Her Hands
“She is guilty!” The prosecutor tilted his head, pointing to Chloe. “Guilty of one count of murder in the first degree.” “That is yet to be proven,”…
Edaline
I think the video opens up on the guy saying “And I don’t want to see you crying.” But of course she’s crying a bit already, face puffed out and hair…
The Ambush, Part 4: The Philosophy of the Hammer
The new agent was summoned, referred to by only his codename: Etienne. No one knows him. He is apparently a former freelancer who was trained outside…
The Redneck Riviera
Not Speichergasse, but Martin Luther King Boulevard, a name almost without meaning in a country such as this. Think of Rosa Luxemburg Boulevard in…
