June 2, 2025
On a fog-soaked Tuesday morning, the city bus number 41 arrived at the terminal on 6th and Franklin, right on time—except the driver was slumped dead over the wheel, and none of the twelve passengers had seen it happen. Detective Read more…
Rain lashed the windows of the Eastwood Police Department as Detective Isla Barrett dropped the folder on Captain Monroe’s desk. “That’s the fourth break-in this month,” she said. “Same method. Same pattern. But this time…” She flipped the file open. Read more…
Detective Marcus Hale had seen plenty of shady motels in his twenty-year career, but The Sunset Palms was in a league of its own—peeling paint, flickering neon, and a front desk clerk who looked half-asleep and half-afraid. Room 413 was Read more…
Detective Daniel Carter adjusted his tie as he stepped into the dimly lit crime scene. The air smelled of stale cigarettes and expensive whiskey, mixing with the unmistakable metallic scent of blood. Olivia Reynolds lay on the hardwood floor of Read more…
Rain slicked the streets of Harper Row like a warning. Old cobblestone bled puddles of oil and neon. Detective Carla Raines pulled her coat tighter as she ducked under the yellow tape. The body lay curled like a comma on Read more…
The alley behind Seventh Street Liquor smelled like piss, old beer, and something worse. It was the kind of place where secrets got dumped with yesterday’s trash. Detective Iris Connolly had been on the force for twelve years, and she’d Read more…
The neon lights outside Charlie’s Bar flickered erratically, casting strange shadows onto the pavement. Inside, the place was nearly empty, save for a few regulars nursing their drinks. It was a slow Wednesday night—the kind where secrets had space to Read more…
When the cell door slammed shut behind Marcus “Skiv” Dalton, the clink echoed like a warning. Greenridge Correctional Facility was quiet that night, but not silent. There was always a low hum of something—grief, rage, or anticipation. Inmates felt it Read more…
Detective Emil Petrov had seen a lot in his fifteen years with the Sofia Metropolitan Police, but the crime scene in front of him was particularly chilling. A local businessman, Stefan Vasilev, lay sprawled in the dark alley behind his Read more…
The wind howled through the alleyways of Hollow Point like a predator hunting its prey. Rain slicked the streets, glinting off dim neon signs and broken bottle glass. At 2:57 AM, most of the city slept—except those who made their Read more…