Author: cuongtr

“Let her go.” The man gripping the young woman’s arm looked over as if someone had interrupted a private conversation instead of an assault. Claire…

The rusted key hit the steel table hard enough to make Claire Whitmore flinch. Dominic Hale watched it spin beneath the single working light in…

At seven twelve on a Sunday morning, Declan Hayes watched a stranger kneel at his mother’s grave and place one pale purple sweet pea against…

Emma Mercer heard the wrong sound three seconds before Nathan Vale climbed into the car. It was barely a sound at all. A faint metallic…

At 8:17 on Friday night, Grant Callahan realized his secretary had understood the joke before he ever made it. He stood beneath the crystal chandeliers…

Walter Callahan was halfway through telling Claire Bennett that seventy five was too old to be bullied over dessert when his fork slipped from his…

The bottle hit the marble floor before Nora Bennett could reach it. Red wine exploded across the private dining room, splashing the hem of Margaret…

The brass key hit the marble floor before Claire Bennett realized it had slipped from her evening bag. It made a tiny sound beneath the…

Claire Whitmore had one leg through the restaurant bathroom window when someone tried the locked door behind her. “Claire?” Mason Reed. Of course he had…