I picked up the sealed envelope from the counter and headed for the train. The October morning air was chilly, and the sun was just starting to come ...
The Woman Who Knew Too Much
It was a cold, dark, Friday morning in late November. As I sat down in my usual seat on the Coaster train to San Diego, my petite French train-mate ...
Counterfeit Illusion
She smiled at me. Her pink sweater gave off a soft glow in the morning mist as the sun tried to break through the clouds. We both entered the train, ...