Sinclair
"Bob, where are you going?" The Managing Editor called out, after Robert Sinclair had stormed out of the office. This was following a phone call that had apparently been so urgent that he had allowed it to interrupt a meeting.
Sinclair jogged toward the elevator, then ran as soon as the doors had opened. Two coffees and one danish had been spilled in the process.
His face, his eyes, his clumsy drifting around corners... all held the signs that he was attempting to run from a stampede. Though no stampede was in sight, though he did not look back, for the moment, only Sinclair knew the reason for the frenzy. He did not try to warn anyone or try to explain. He alone had the answer and he knew who was to blame. Himself.
Pushing out the back door like an olympic runner across the finish line, he paused to breathe. Bending over, his hands on his knees, his heart thrashed in his chest. He stood up feeling a tightness in his chest and placed his hands over his head, attempting to stop an onslaught of dizziness.
The tightness in his chest grew and his limbs went weak. With his legs giving way, Robert Sinclair collapsed on the ground next to a body wrapped in sheer silk. Coiling from the pain, he forced himself to reach out, touching the veiled cheek of Claire Bernett.
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Wrestling the Kraken
Misteri / ThrillerOne evening in 1963 entangles the lives of a certain group of strangers. Eight years later, the circus is in town, but everywhere they've been...death followed. Will the city of Fox Hollow be its last stop? As the serial killer prepares the plan, so...
