Unspoken
Without warning, I swing the door open. I should probably start using the peep-hole to avoid having a shotgun blast to my chest. Normally I would have been more tactical and smart about how I answer the door, but I was just so exhausted. However, I wasn’t usually careless. I was distracted at times, yes, careless no.
New Beginnings
A Reprimand
The Secret in Silence, Part III
Interrogation Doesn’t Break Ice
Stealing A Moment
Making a Mark
When It Hits The Fan
A Goddess Down
An Explosive Mystery