Audio:   Closing:   Text: Damien sat on the couch in his small rental home. Raquel laid her head against his chest, absentmindedly caressing her stomach as she streamed a television show about a time traveler in a phone booth. Read more…

Audio:   Text: The water poured in and around Damien, it’s cold temperature causing him to lose his breath. He tried to swim toward the opening, but the force of the flow was too strong, and he was flung to Read more…

Audio:   Text: Damien heard the distinctive clanging of an approaching officer, the tools of the trade bouncing against their belt with each step. Ted appeared over the small rise in the path. “I thought I saw you head this Read more…

Audio:   Text: On his way out of the hospital, Damien called everyone. Decker. 911. Sanders. Ted. The fire department. The mayor’s office. He wanted anyone within a sniff of law enforcement to start searching the land near Devil’s Bluff. Read more…

Audio:   Text: Damien’s cellphone rang. It was Decker. He was probably at the cabin, pissed his brightest cadet ignored a direct order and left a crime scene with a dead teen on the floor. He dumped his commander to Read more…

Audio:   Text: Damien parked Sanders’ car outside the Sungroves Nursing Home, but found it difficult to reach for the door handle. He’d been avoiding this place since Jacob moved their mother into the facility. Over time he’d seen her Read more…

Audio:   Text: The familiar roads of Hayeston quickly approached and fed off into the various sections of town. The industrial park was two miles to the right. The school and hospital three and a half miles to the left. Read more…

Audio:   Text: Tobin fell, twisting like a party streamer, and landed hard on the floor. Damien bent down and snatched his Glock from Tobin’s hand, then pointed it at Sanders, unsure what the old, dying man would do in Read more…

Audio:   Text: “You spoke with Mark?” Damien asked. “Once,” Tobin said. “He only gets to make one call a month, so I communicated with him through letters or through his friend, Plank.” “Matthew Plank?” “I don’t know his first Read more…

Audio:   Text: Sanders’ shaking hands held the gun pointed at his own son. Sweat beaded on the old man’s brow and his breathing was labored. Damien could see the conflict in the detective’s eyes as one of Sanders’ hands Read more…