An Interrogation

An Interrogation

Cal sat in a dry, dim room, the only light emanating from a single desk lamp aimed towards him. The concrete walls surrounded a table, two chairs, the lamp, and a blackened window to his left. His skin was dry, and his seat was hard, and his lower back ached. He had...
Below the Silent Flow

Below the Silent Flow

Art Dominguez got as close as he could to the crime scene. A strip mall psych ward downtown. Cops and EMT’s bounced off each other. Civilians stood and watched from behind the tape. Chief Burke, thirty pounds heavier, greying at his mustache and temples, came at him...