Todd sat cross-legged between two rock walls just wide enough for his shoulders.   The crack in the granite cliff was an entrance to a small, cave-like area where he had slept the night before, If you could call what he was doing sleeping.  Todd was plagued by anxious dreams of ghosts and gods stealing away … Continue reading Tricksters: Chapter 22

  Fell’s breath puffed white against the pre-dawn cold.  The sleeping bag was cinched tight around his head, exposing a small circle around his mouth, eyes, and nose. Laying on his numb left side, he cursed his decision to travel light and forgo a sleeping pad.  The rock poking his hip was urging him to … Continue reading Gut feeling: Chapter 21

Axel had stopped talking.  I guess enough words had been said and nothing more would make the situation better.  Exasperated, Jane turned and left the office.  She moved down the hall toward the kitchen. She walked quickly and with purpose, trying to work through the bombshells of the past hour.  Moving would help sort through … Continue reading Searching in the Dark: Chapter 20

Bridget watched the Firebird make its way up the hillside.  The headlights periodically ducked behind the rock outcropping on the corners.  The high and low tones of the car's acceleration echoed through the cool mountain air.  She closed her eyes and let her mind spread out around her.  Her senses seeped into the trees, brush, … Continue reading Allegiance: Chapter 19

Sanna and The Regulator stared blankly into the dome of the light ahead of them.  Highway 67 rolled quickly under the Firebird, and the exhaust rumbled at their backs.  The melodic heavy tones of Clutch filled their ears.  The Regulator bobbed his head with the rhythm and played drums on the steering wheel.   Sanna slumped … Continue reading Timing: Chapter 18

Jane’s oldest son, Todd, stood in the middle of the rooftop deck,  slowly turning and surveying the surrounding landscape.  He barely took notice of his long blond hair dancing around his face in the wind, as troubling thoughts bounced through his head.  How did his mother get them into this?  How was it that he … Continue reading Where to run, where to hide? Part 2: Chapter 17

“Hey, honey.  How ya doing?”  the Tax Man asked.  He had been cleaning the dishes from dinner when the Facetime call came in from his wife.  He propped the phone up on the bar top.  She was sitting on a lounge chair under the palm roof of the upper deck of their Baja home.   The … Continue reading Where to run, where to hide? Part 1: Chapter 16