Author: cuongtr

“Sing it again.” The command came from directly beneath my ladder. My hand stopped against the leather spine of a book nobody had opened in…

The gun was not the cruelest gift Grant Mercer gave his wife on their seventh anniversary. The cruelest gift was a key. It rested inside…

Blood darkened the left cuff of Grant Mercer’s white dress shirt. Claire Bennett noticed it before he stepped into the armored SUV, but she did…

The pistol touched my temple before the dying man’s blood reached my shoes. “Save him,” the gunman said, “or you follow him.” Nobody in Trauma…

My mother drove a needle into my thigh while my sister held my arms behind my back. “Stop fighting us, Claire,” my mother said as…

My husband ended our marriage without turning down the television. Ethan Whitmore was still watching a baseball game when he calmly told me he wanted…

“Groom’s former coworkers, move closer together.” The photographer lifted one impatient hand and pointed directly at us. The beautiful blonde woman beside me tightened her…

The emergency-room nurse looked at the dried blood beneath my fingernails and asked me whose it was. “Grant Whitmore’s,” I said. She stopped typing. Behind…

The zipper on Vanessa Whitmore’s two-hundred-dollar red dress snagged at her waist, and she slapped my hand away as though I had deliberately tried to…