Shadows of the Past The phone rang twice before Frank Hawthorne picked it up. He hadn’t expected it. Not after years of silence. Years of trying to forget. But there it was, piercing the stillness of his apartment. He hesitated, fingers hovering over the receiver. Reminding him of the past was the last thing he…
Detective Nathan Cross stood in the alley, his boots sinking slightly into the slick pavement, the night air thick with fog. The mist wrapped around the streetlights like a veil, casting a dim, ghostly glow over the scene. He’d been here before. A woman’s body lay on the ground, positioned carefully, almost lovingly. Her eyes…
