Sullivan cupped his hands to the glass and looked into the small space, then reached out and pressed the red button mounted beside a battered-looking speaker. The button elicited no response, and he wondered how long they would have to wait outside in the rain before someone noticed them standing...
He took the crystal decanter in his father’s office that was a third full of whisky to the solarium and sat back on one of the reclining chairs, resting the XDM on the table beside him. The whisky burned his throat and bloomed like a hot explosion in his stomach. He’d drank only a handful of time...
Liam tried to move an arm to block the offending rays, but it felt as if his body was encased in quicksand. He blinked instead, and rolled his eyes away from the eastern sky, where the sun, an inferno of orange, hovered. He studied the roof of his truck. Why was he here? He squeezed his eyes shut...
He rubbed his face, the unshaven whiskers scratching against his palm. He poured his third cup of coffee and sipped at the lukewarm brew before returning to the article he’d been reading. Someone approached his office and when he looked up, Ruthers stood in the doorway. “M...
It sits to the left, third down on the long corridor running underneath the facility. Ahead, the cement hallway is lit by staggered fluorescent panels, several bulbs humming and flickering in their cages like animals. The end of the hall splits, ten ways from what Eli says. Each individual tunnel...
Hot blood squirts into her mouth. A gurgling cry comes from the man’s chest and the reaction is immediate. He shoves away from her, and she feels his flesh tear from her mouth. The gap between them widens enough for her to launch a kick at his groin. The muffled, mewling sound he makes as he tips...
Liam traced the roof’s steel peak, taking in the dirty sidewalls that may have once been a rich red but were now stained a dull brown. Water coursed out of a broken gutter on the closest end of the building, pooling and running in a miniature river past a scuffed and discolored security door shut...
These were the words she said to me on our first date. We were at a dive restaurant in South Portland sitting at an outside table sipping beers. We’d known one another for nearly six hours by then and had broken off from our group of mutual friends who were bar hopping the evening away. Her eyes....