Over the bland cacophony of the emergency triage area of Sorbonne General, Chief Rick Hollo heard the triple pulse chirp of his cell phone signifying a voice message. Why his phone didn’t ring, because of lack of service, yet was able to notify him of a new voice mail was a mystery to Rick.

Madison had his suspicions, that it was all part of a ( Read more... )

            “Madison!” The megaphone said. The megaphone made a buzzing sound. “Madison, get your finger out of your nose!” The megaphone said.

Chief Rick Hollo was standing on a grey metal and vinyl padded chair in the Sorbonne Police Headquarters. He had found the megaphone in the ceiling tiles, with the batteries still full of juice ( Read more... )