1988. Jasmine had the police blanket over her shoulders when Hank arrived. He found her sitting on the front stoop with emergency lights painting the sides of the tenement buildings and bodegas all down the block. When she saw him walk up to her, she reached up like a child to be picked up by … Continue reading 62: Quoth the Raven
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61: Killers of Different Kinds
2019. Gracie didn’t mind the little specks of rain drizzling down the windows of the Lincoln-Zephyr. Weather like this made people more quiet, and, in her experience, that made them a little more gentle, easier to deal with. She would have preferred to be wearing something soft and warm though, not her courier suit. It … Continue reading 61: Killers of Different Kinds
58: What Love Is
2019. “Can we talk?” Kristen said quietly when they got to the register. She wasn’t holding eye contact with Gracie. “Yeah, sure,” said Gracie. She turned to Brianna, “You cool with that?” “Of course, go on. Go on.” They went out back to the back alley, and before Gracie could ask how Kristen was, she … Continue reading 58: What Love Is
50: The Playwright of Peril
1966. The sun shone brightly on the steps of Titan City Hall, where three men stood at the podium — Kelly Winchester, the Crimson Wraith, and the Wily Wisp. In their hoods and domino masks, the costumed crimefighters' smiles were as broad as their spandex-covered chests; and on those chests, the Crimson Wraith bore the … Continue reading 50: The Playwright of Peril
The Crimson Wraith 