2019. When they got back to the Zephyr, Kevin placed a call to Danny on the Crimson Wraith’s frequency. The gleaming Art Deco luxury car pulled away from the grim edifice of the TCCF, and Danny’s voice came through the Zephyr’s speakers. “Line secure, Specter Prime. This is Crypt. What’s the word?” “Suspect identified,” said … Continue reading 66: The Sepulchre
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65: The Silverback
2019. He reminded Gracie of the older male gorilla she’d seen at the Titan City Zoo as a kid. “Silverback,” they called him. Now there was a name for a superhero, maybe a middle-aged one. But that was just how Hank looked. His head was shaved in a buzz cut, making a thin crown of … Continue reading 65: The Silverback
64: Because of You
1988. It had been two days since Hank last saw Jasmine. She never came back from checking in on one of her friends who had said something about a client asking her to wear a white rabbit costume for an Alice in Wonderland fantasy. Hank didn’t have that friend’s address or phone number, which left … Continue reading 64: Because of You
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
47: When a Wraith Retires
2019. Alone in the Crypt together, things were all business between Gracie and Danny. Kevin had sent her down to get her voice and palm scanned for security, apparently unaware the two had any tension between them. Danny said nothing about the morning. Mostly he kept his eyes on the monitor as he pulled up … Continue reading 47: When a Wraith Retires
