The call came just after sunset. Jack had just finished splitting a few final logs behind his cabin…
The city pulsed beneath them, a mosaic of amber lights and concrete secrets. Inside Tyrone Dominian’s penthouse, the…
It had been three days since Jack’s last visitor—a freshly divorced art teacher who’d barely made it out…
The early evening light spilled into Tyrone Dominian’s penthouse office, streaking gold across the marble and glass like…
Backstage at Club Hydrangea, O’Shea towered in heels and attitude, her silhouette sharp as her tongue. The other…