Author: Greg Burgas

All Ronald Tremayne wanted that day was a Snapple. A Bali Blast Snapple, a tang of tropical fruit — exotic kiwi, the staple pineapple, the rush of lime. It was …

“For me, it was that little girl we found in the woods, up in the arboretum. You know, the one who disappeared, and everyone thought it was some disfigured rapist …

Valerie looks at a heart-shaped frame, carved from dark mahogany, the grain forming waves around its perimeter. It encloses a photograph she would rather forget, but cannot bring herself to …