Author: longtr

Amelia Whitmore woke with her hand around a stranger’s collar before she even understood where she was. The room was not hers. The ceiling was…

I should have turned around the moment I saw that Renzo Balaki’s bedroom door was not locked. A man like him did not forget locks….

The first thing Lorenzo De Luca noticed was not my face. It was not the coffee in my hand, still steaming in the small porcelain…

The first thing I noticed about Gabriel Stone was not his face. It was the way the room seemed to move around him. Eclipse was…

Blood looked almost exactly like spilled espresso when it hit a dark wool carpet. Clara Bennett knew that because she was standing over a man…

There was blood on the mahogany floor when Clara Hayes arrived for her job interview. Not a lot of blood. Just enough to stain the…

Everyone in the waiting room knew what it meant when the heavy mahogany doors opened and a woman came out crying. It meant Arthur Cornero…

The resignation letter looked too clean for a room that had seen so much blood. It lay in the center of Roman Castell’s mahogany desk,…

Six secretaries had come and gone in one month, and no one on the fortieth floor liked to say their names out loud. One had…