The sharp, piercing cackle hit me square in the chest before I even got my hand off the hood of the EV-7. I had driven...
I stared down at the dark red cranberry juice dripping off the hem of my favorite white silk blouse, waiting for someone—anyone—to tell my 14-year-old...
The lunchtime rush at Camp Redstone always sounded the same—metal trays clattering, boots scuffing tile, and the low hum of Marines trying to eat...
“Stay still, sweetheart, or this gets a lot worse for you.” The cold rubber of the training knife bit into my throat. His heavy knee...
The handcuffs clicked before I ever got to say my name. Blue and red lights washed over the polished windows of the luxury restaurant, turning...
My throat was so dry I tasted bld. I didn’t even flinch when Commander Vance signaled for the tactical unit. The heavy metallic clink of...
I had learned to move like a ghost in my own life—always quiet, always careful, constantly calculating the exact distance to the nearest chair. My...
Derek Crawford’s Italian leather shoe connected with my seven-month pregnant belly with a sickening thud. The sound echoed through the first-class cabin, freezing everyone mid-motion....
I tasted the grease and dirt on the cold linoleum as a hundred soldiers erupted into cruel, mocking laughter. My commanding officer, a man who...