Section 1

CHAPTER THREE: IFISHOULDFALLFROMTHEGRACEOFGOD  Upon the granite slab frozen to the skin, cold as death; The necromancer hovers above chanting an ancient tongue Alchemy and old lace, I cringe at the suffusion of energy, wilt at the Spirals of light, this time the...

Section 2

Special Agent Roy Bradley boarded the short flight from San Francisco to Los Angeles feeling a vague sense of Deja vu. Somehow, he was back on the case. The autopsy was conclusive; the body that had burned Cassandra Diamond the same MO as the body found in that vacant...

Section 3

Roger had taken the long way back from Cedar-Sinai Hospital. He left his 2018 Eclipse Spyder, his pride and joy and the last vestiges of his social standing, behind in the apartment’s parking garage; since 2017, police were able to confiscate any property related to...

Section 4

Digger Brown and Saul Winters discussed the forensics results at the Donut King. They both knew that the girl took precedence over the bums, but it appeared that the girl had just run into some bad luck. “We sure have our nuts in a vice over this one,” Digger spooned...

Section 5

Roger suddenly noticed that a crowd was approaching staring wide eyed at the spectacle. A group of churchgoers in their Sunday best were chattering on all sides, descending the steps that led to the church doors. The shock of seeing the man combust before him had left...

Section 6

Brown and Winters arrived, as the EMTs were wheeling the gurney out to the victim. This one might still be alive and finally they would have a lead. They jostled their way through the crowd assuming an air of authority, let me go boy with the hope of keeping these...

Section 7

The bell jingled and the door hung perfect as Roger made his entrance. I know I know I promised but hell, first the girl and now him. It seemed like bums were going off like fireworks everywhere one looked. He started for a moment; losing perspective must be the shock...