I should've known something was fishy when I came home to a dark apartment. Cindy waits up for me some nights--don't have the heart to scold her--and there's usually a light on.
But I wasn't thinking. If there were any prints on the doorknob I wiped them clean off coming in. Took my sweet time putting my piece away, too--by the time I thought to ( Read more... )

One of the library cameras is broadcasting a rather boring feed of Mark, slumped over an open book, with an untidy stack of other material on either side of him. At some point he might have been reading with his chin propped in one hand, a notebook at the ready by his other. But now his cheek is pressed into the binding of the book, and his hands ( Read more... )