Commission The tall, iron gates started to open before I came to a full stop. There were no security guards, only a series of high-definition cameras tucked into stone pillars. I eased through and followed the driveway as it curved into the trees. The road climbed, then straightened, and a house finally came into view. Jonathan stood at the end of the drive with his hands in his jacket pockets, waiting. He gave a small no...

Scott moved through the grocery store aisles, his pace steady and unhurried. He casually observed the people around him. The other shoppers cleared a path without making direct eye contact. He let them pass, pausing occasionally to track the exposed curve of a strangers neck or to listen to the rhythmic thump of their pulse. "Scott?" He turned. There, standing in front of him, was a face he had not seen in years. "Jordan?...

It was a quiet Friday evening. Ryan thought he had the house to himself. His wife, Sarah, was away for the weekend with some friends from college. Wine tastings, a yoga workshop, and three days of girl time. He hadn’t expected another living soul until Sunday evening, which is why he was sprawled across the couch, clothes discarded on the floor, laptop on the edge of the coffee table. Sarah had left earlier that day, her...