Audio:   Text: Damien sat in his Crown Vic, the headlights shining against his garage door, still coming to terms with what had happened. This time yesterday he was looking through Sanders’ files. A day later he’d let a serial Read more…

Audio:   Text: Damien couldn’t get past Frank Lang, Hayeston’s City Manager, who had the height and beard of Abraham Lincoln. Darlene’s hospital room was past the two visitor limit of patients in the Intensive Care Unit, but Sanders’ was Read more…

Audio:   Text: Damien heard the sound of feet landing on the soft soil and looked past the cabin to spot a dark figure running into the groves. Screams inside the building pulled Damien’s attention away. He scrambled up and Read more…

Audio:     Text: Damien watched where he stepped, trying to avoid snapping twigs or crackling leaves. He held his pistol in both hands in front of him, aiming down, his finger off the trigger, keeping his nerves from twitching Read more…

Audio: Text: Damien’s phone chimed with a text from Sanders. GPS coordinates. He was surprised the old man knew how to send it. As Damien pushed down the accelerator, his mind was racing faster than the Crown Vic. He was Read more…

Audio:   Text: Damien straightened and closed the file folder, placing it back into the box. Plank moved around the table and motioned to the chair opposite him. “May I?” Plank asked. Damien nodded. Plank sat and stared with an Read more…

Audio:   Text: Damien sat at a hightop near the coffee stand in the book- store where he used to work. His seat was the same one he used the first time he met Raquel. The table was near the Read more…

Audio:   Text: Damien pulled into the Hayeston High campus behind the football field and followed the single lane gravel road to the parking lot behind the far end zone. It was the first time he’d been on the school Read more…