Detective Rossi stared at the computer screen inside her home office, her hair still damp from a morning shower as she scoured the pages of information from the state police library on the science of DNA testing. She’d referenced CODIS numerous times on previous investigations involving DNA samples taken from convicted offenders. In the case of Simon Hollis, his attorney...

Lisa Harvey rocked back and forth empty-handed in her nursery glider beside a cadre of miniature zoo animals hanging from the musical mobile above the finished crib. A hand-painted nightlight cast a soft glow near one end of the darkened room bathed in lavender scent from a plug-in air freshener. “The room looks nice,” she told Stu, who entered the...

Faith sat forward on the Red Line Metro departing Dupont Circle three blocks from her apartment. Situated in a window seat with Zeus in front of her, she felt the train lurch forward as it got underway inside the station tunnel. Minutes later, she heard the brakes hiss and squeal as the train came to a gradual stop along the...

1 Labor Forty-two-year-old Stewart Roland Harvey yanked his kitchen junk drawer off the rails and turned it upside down, spilling the contents on the granite countertop. Television news stoked hurricane fears with B-roll footage of Florida reporters on scene, followed by grievous weatherman predictions for catastrophic winds and biblical storm surge along a westerly track toward the greater Orlando area....

  FRACTURED – released date October 2025 Chapter 1 Labor Forty-two-year-old Stewart Roland Harvey yanked his kitchen junk drawer off the rails and turned it upside down, spilling the contents on the granite countertop. Television news stoked hurricane fears with B-roll footage of Florida reporters on scene, followed by grievous weatherman predictions for catastrophic winds and biblical storm surge along...

Faith sat forward on the Red Line Metro departing Dupont Circle three blocks from her apartment. Situated in a window seat with Zeus in front of her, she felt the train lurch forward as it got underway inside the station tunnel. Minutes later, she heard the brakes hiss and squeal as the train came to a gradual stop along the...

Alone in his room with lavender walls, a steel plate mirror, and a dormitory mattress with tightly folded sheets, a skeleton-thin forty-four-year-old Ronald Neyman remained barefoot in a Hudson Psychiatric Hospital gown barely long enough to cover his knobby knees. Tall enough to touch a basketball net flat-footed, he towered over throngs of manic-depressives, epileptics, schizophrenics, and irrational subjects pacing...

Dr. Steven Jenkins clinked his wedding band against the computer mouse on his stand-up desk near a two-story window overlooking a dreary winter skyline above the ice-encrusted landscape surrounding the Coma Recovery Center in Cold Spring, New York. A well-groomed goatee, a shade lighter than his thinning, silver hair, extended from his prominent chin. He gazed at the monitor through...