They retreated to the director’s office where there were no exterior windows to draw the attention of the outside world. Garrick sat at the desk, studying the journal with Mara gazing over his shoulder. “There must be something in these passages I couldn’t translate,” Mara said. “Some way to make...
In fair Tybee Isle, where we lay our scene. One bravely breaks bias in mutiny. For star-crossed love, by his desire made keen. Act I Flying o'er the sparkling beach one mellow summer's day, with a bird's-eye view so true, a beauteous sight did catch Joe Seagull's notice. He marked the moment:...
Detective What’s-His-Name and his partner The-Other-Guy were there waiting for me. “Hello detectives.” I crossed to Rom, took him by the hand and began to walk out. “Miss Taylor!” Detective WHN called to me and I stopped. “Excuse me, detective,” I said. “I’ve just had a traumatic meeting with my ...
“Dammit.” Ross dialed out to Heather’s number. A mechanical sounding voice intoned that the voicemail box of the cell phone customer he was calling was full. Brilliant. He tore the last sheet of paper off the cardboard backing and then tossed the trash in the wastebasket. He folded the note and t...
Using what felt like the last of my strength, I kicked the dead thing with my left foot and scooted far enough to free myself. Driscoll emerged from his stupor and stomped over to me. "I should shoot you," he said. My arms felt hopelessly weak, as if the bones and muscle had been removed. Not onl...