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The story so far… The car’s interior smelled new, as though it had just rolled off the assembly line. The license plate read HC-05. How big was this Holiday Consortium? And what did it do, besides knocking off rogue commercial … Continue reading →

The story so far They gave me a wicker basket holding my assistant, a company car, a corporate credit card, and a folder with my first assignment. I didn’t bother looking at the folder. Instead I went to see my … Continue reading →

Our story so far Chapter Five, continued It was vault rather than room that met my eyes. A back wall held rows and rows of drawers. In the middle, a raised dais of what looked like the same white plastic … Continue reading →

The story thus far… Chapter Five The words hit me like a sledgehammer, slamming into my midsection to elicit a single puff of a word. “What?” He just kept walking. And I must have known, somewhere in a corner of … Continue reading →

Chapter One. Chapter Two. Chapter Three. Chapter Four If you’re like me, you were disappointed the first time you saw him. You expected the Easter Bunny, shining white fur and perky ears and a big bow tie and somehow encompassing … Continue reading →

Chapter One. Chapter Two. Chapter Three In the morning, no Harriet, just a note on the kitchen counter: OJ in fridge. Make sure door locks when you let yourself out. No accompanying key. Clearly once I left, I wasn’t invited … Continue reading →

(Chapter One. Chapter Two so far. Author’s note: I have changed Emma’s last name from Drakkar to Amme. I have my reasons.) In Harriet’s spare room, I plugged my cell phone in and checked my e-mail. Notes of commiseration from … Continue reading →