“What the hell is this?” he said with a scowl as he eyed the rear-view mirror. “I think we’re getting lit up. What did you do now?” The unmarked Crown Victoria followed as we pulled into a nearby parking lot. “Wrong place, wrong time. Story of my wh...
With nothing else aside from pop-culture stereotypes to draw from, Camille imagined that she would walk into an office space filled with underage Bill Gates wannabes drinking Red Bull by the gallon while they worked on complicated computer programs, played video games, and endlessly debated the t...
The absence of yellow tape meant that they had thus far found nothing to indicate that an actual crime had been committed. It also meant that Camille could breathe a tentative sigh of relief. She raced up the driveway to the sight of two uniformed officers standing on the front porch. The door wa...