Catch the previous parts here. 6 Dr. Lawrence Obermeyer sat in his private study, lost in thought. It was a warm, Saturday morning, a perfect day to be outdoors. Yet somehow he couldn’t get himself to go outside the house; the diffused light provided comfort. His wife and kids were away for the weekend; barbecue … Continue reading
Catch the previous parts here. 5 Joe felt the cool breeze on his face as he waited for the elevator to take him downstairs. The view from the common area was breathtaking; the building he was in towered most of the others in the area. He could see the bay, with ships lined up against … Continue reading
Catch the previous parts here. 4 Detective Derek Shabannah was having a bad day. He was late for his ten o clock appointment with his therapist. Dr. Obermeyer was strict about his time; he knew his session today would be cut short. He walked into the lobby and checked in with the receptionist. She pressed … Continue reading
Catch the previous parts here. 3 The soft touch of the pillow felt nice on his cheek. Joe was comfortable now, in the sanctity of his own home. Casey drove him home and helped him get into bed. She promised him that she would come back and check up on him after work, and insisted … Continue reading
Catch the previous parts here. 2 The building site overlooked the cafe; right across the street forming a giant skeleton made up of steel, bricks and concrete. They had completed the framework for the first ten stories; another twenty-five were to be built till the year-end. The construction had started about six months back and … Continue reading
1 The loud wail of a police siren pulled Joe Russo out of his shocked state. The square was now bustling with activity, with ambulances and emergency teams lining up by the second. He stared at the scene in utter bewilderment; he refused to believe the events that unfolded in the past five minutes. His … Continue reading
For those who missed the previous parts, catch them here. Part three He sipped his drink slowly. He loved the sweet taste of bourbon, savoring each and every drop on his tongue. He could feel the warmth as the liquid made its way down his throat. It made him feel good; made him feel at … Continue reading
For those who missed Part one, catch it here. Part two Jane Darwin wasn’t afraid of the dark. But she wasn’t comfortable today. Something wasn’t right. She’d grown up in a family with two other boys; in their family there was never room for fear. As a child she was intelligent; she had a deep … Continue reading
Part one The vial had been missing for three days now. No one else knew it existed; no one would miss it. Dr. Goodman sat at his desk at home, grasping the tiny vial in his hands. He was in possession of the Flangiprop. He felt powerful feeling the touch of cold glass in his … Continue reading
Master Of Disaster 