Andrew sat on the edge of his narrow, lumpy mattress in his freezing apartment, his teeth gritted in silent agony. He held a bottle of cheap rubbing alcohol in his left hand, pouring it generously over the deep, jagged laceration on his right shoulder. He hissed as

The executive boardroom on the top floor of the Vance Enterprises skyscraper was deathly silent.

Sharon Vance sat at the head of the long glass table, her eyes scanning the thick stack of printed papers spread out before her. Standing to her right was Arthur, rub

The small brass bell above the door of Higgins & Son chimed softly, breaking the rhythmic ticking of a hundred clocks.

Andrew didn't immediately look up. He kept his jeweler’s loupe firmly in place, assuming it was a local customer escaping the rain. "I'll be right with