SHOUTED A MAN’S VOICE. “THIS IS THE HUMAN-Paranormal Joint Task Force!” The Goon Squad? What the hell was the Goon Squad doing in my apartment? I squinted toward the doorway. Pointing two guns at my head, that was what. “Whoa, whoa. Take it easy.” I slowly raised both hands. “What’s the problem?”...
Your racing heartbeat gradually slows to normal as the familiar surroundings of your warm, safe bedroom come into focus. But for me, waking up meant returning to a reality worse than any nightmare. I shivered; the room where I lay a prisoner had grown icy cold. My left arm felt bruised where the ...
If it was the Morfran. “Is there such a thing as coffee in this place?” I asked Daniel. He nodded and led the way to a cafeteria. Despite my hopes that we could ditch Foster, he followed. I poured steaming coffee into the biggest paper cup I could f...