Brent replied that his case didn’t have anything to do with Morse Code. “On the other hand…” he said, “what case?”
Emily rolled her eyes, forgetting he couldn’t see her over the phone. “Okay, Mr. Confirm-nor-Deny— does it have anything … Read More
A little update on what’s been going on in my life and how that’s affected my writing…
I don’t usually struggle terribly with writer’s block, but 2020 hit me like a ton of bricks. The words dried up for me … Read More
Emily gave the twins a run-down of Morse Code, writing each of their names in dots and dashes. They had so many questions, she didn’t have time to turn her attention to the message she’d taken down. Then it was
Emily kept the twins busy in the backyard, for as long as she could. They used the chalk to make hopscotch, toy car roads, and show her they could write numbers and letters. Eventually, they grew bored and warm and … Read More
At Brent’s suggestion, Emily called Kara Miles right after she finished reading her cover identity papers. The phone rang for a long time before the woman finally picked up.
“Hello?” she yelled over the background noise on her end.
Emily … Read More
It turned out that ICS had no problem with Emily babysitting for the neighbor woman, provided she waited to begin until her entire cover identity was in place and the mother’s and father’s background checks had come back.
Emily had … Read More
An unfamiliar sound pinged somewhere behind Emily, and she straightened, backing out of the pantry she’d been poking around in. She set down the notepad and pen on which she’d been writing an inventory of the safe house’s food stores … Read More
Brent had assured Emily that ICS would take care of buttoning up things with her old landlord and making sure no trace was left of her after her hasty retreat out of Phoenix.
“This was on us,” he’d said. “You … Read More
“It’s a two-bedroom,” Brent had said, slowing the SUV as they entered a nicely manicured alley.
I’ve found the two bedrooms, Emily thought to herself, continuing to flick light switches on as she made her way down the dim hall … Read More
Emily tapped the side of her nose thoughtfully and wondered how she’d ended up staring out her kitchen window yet again.
Quarantine Log: The parking lot view from the kitchen window is quite limited, but it’s better than staring at … Read More
