Section 12

Roger slipped through the door and gazed at the mummy like figure lying on the bed, its limbs wrapped in gauze and tape. It was hard to reconcile that he was ditching his principles for mere money, but the reality was that he needed the job to survive and he felt a...

Section 11

Violet Diamond could not believe the seamy conditions, no drink, no warm towel, no leg room to speak of, and worst of all, she was crammed in the center seat think of all the hate there is in the world between a jihadist in a burka, who smelled faintly of goats, and...

Section 10

She dons no makeup, goes unjeweled, and arrives habitually under-dressed in the simplest of outfits for an evening, her hair almost too casually pinned or arranged, as if hastily done up at the last minute for whatever black tie dinner has been arranged. A slender,...

Section 9

“What a mess I’ve made of this,” Roger was stuck in a supply closet on the 7th floor near the burn ward. “I should have known.” He had spent the better part of the afternoon reconning the hospital for ingress and egress, hanging out inconspicuously near the reception...

Section 8

Dju hear???? Mackensie Peter’s phone vibrated upon his desktop. He saw it came from Jose and quickly began thumb typing. Was^ Cazz Diamond burned bad NMP call Rog Gfus where is the GBy? Dk sd? Sucking What??? Cm I can’t remember all these f@#ckin acronyms. Mac’s phone...

Section 7

Winters always hated the smell: formaldehyde, alcohol and the insipid stench of death, the morgue, so antiseptic and otherworldly. He hated his partner at this moment even more, as two hours before, just as he and his wife began waking in the right way, spooning her...