Olivia Evans felt the familiar smoothness of the ceramic plate as she slid it across the worn countertop. Her voice was a soft murmur,...
To the casual observer, the ink etched onto the old man’s skin was entirely unremarkable. It was a washed-out symbol from a forgotten time,...
“Move it, supply clerk!” Lance Morrison’s voice sliced through the crisp morning air with a brutal edge as he violently shoved past the petite...
A woman was sleeping on the plane until the captain asked in terror, “Is there a fighter pilot on board?” The trembling voice of...
Olivia felt an electric buzz of anticipation humming right under her skin. She’d been waiting for him to get home from his downtown office...
A biting February wind howled over the old cemetery in the Chicago suburbs, chasing brittle leaves between the leaning crosses and modest headstones. Andrew...
