“Lieutenant Donovan James. Age 35, married, two kids.” The man spoke as if reading from an index card. “They know you now, Donovan. They’ve heard your heartbeat.” He interrupted himself with a sound that Lisa might have called a giggle, except it was humorless and quickly choked off. “It’s like a fingerprint, you know. No two are exactly alike.” ( Read more... )

It's a clear night. A night like this, feels like it should be dark and stormy. Somewhere off in the distance, a couple of cats are busy fucking. The sounds at least fit my mood: violent, primal and unnervingly high-pitched. I've been staking this place out for weeks, and so far, all I've found is traces of things that I should have seen, but haven ( Read more... )