The Stalker

To start with, it was Arty’s idea, not mine. I never would do something...

Teammates

Eddie Sauer limped off the bus, favoring the sore knee that had flared up since...

Missing Persons

My spade sliced into the damp dirt like a knife through a peach. I scooped dirt...

Weekend Guest

The moment I unlocked my apartment door, I knew something was wrong; my orange..

Perfect Crime

I glanced over my left shoulder at the lights of San Francisco twinkling like...

Lo Stalker

Tanto per cominciare, era stata un’idea di Arty, non mia. Non avrei mai...