His black hair was short, the color striking against his dark blue eyes. He was only about four inches taller than me, but had shoulders as broad as barn. He wore clothes that emphasized his build, the dark navy sweater and slacks snug, as if specifically tailored for him. Chris Devey was a blond...
Her short caramel hair was messy, her toned and muscular back contracting as she motioned to the empty hall. “N-No,” he stammered, and it was apparent his entire body was quaking. “Don’t make me tell you again.” Marianne rushed between her son and the enraged woman, ...
I tried to take solace in the knowledge that when I opened my eyes, Caleb would be there to greet me. But even that didn’t work. Nothing was clear, my thoughts were in chaos, and the future appeared totally uncertain. Each time I tried to force my mind to go blank something new flashed inside my ...
I had planned on handing over the knife to Marius and finding some measure of relief, no matter how small. The New York Police Department had other things in mind. Childhood flashbacks had flooded my mind when I’d stepped into the building, taking me back to another time and place. Even tho...