Dark Dreams

Prologue

I never thought that love would be the cause of my death. I'm not talking about the life cycle, which is sad but fair. The love that I denied for so long had taken my heart and turned it into foul mush.

Now, that same love had completed its task, taking the life of this weary heart. Four heavy guns, four quick bullets, five different people linked by a secret.

A secret that wasn't mine.

I'd chosen to discover that the Reynolds were hiding closets full of nameless skeletons. It was me, and only me, who had unwittingly unleashed a series of sinister events over which I had no control.

The sun was setting. Its scarlet rays readied spectators for the grand finale like curtains at a theater. I inhaled deeply, filling my lungs with the cold air that surrounded the top floor of the Hotel Étoile skyscraper.

I closed my eyes and pulled the trigger.