In the alley behind the Empress Theatre, there's the loud crack of a pistol, easily mistaken for a car backfiring or something else entirely unnotable. There's no reason to be alarmed about it, either - if anyone happens to poke their head into the alley, they'll just see Harry, tucking his pistol away and moving forward to inspect a small leather ( Read more... )

Sometimes, it's important for her to drown out everything she's feeling. Jessi's always hated the atmosphere of bars, and besides, the alcohol and the heavy beat of a club helps everything bleed together and then out. She feels like she can be less of a person ( Read more... )

Tristram Foxe stands in the washroom of his loft, hands braced on either side of the sink, trembling. In the halflight, he cannot see the details of his person in the glass of the medicine cabinet, only the background illumination filtering in through the door from the windows that converge in a corner overlooking a busy Chicago intersection a ( Read more... )