Outside his apartment building, Evan spied two men standing by the front door. They stood under a streetlamp, giving Evan plenty of opportunities to get a bead on them before the fog made him visible. The first man leaned all his weight on the lamppost and stared at his shoes. The other man paced like…
Evan stood at the front door of his office and stared at his reflection in the glass. The diffused moonlight spilled on just enough of his body that he could see his shape without his face. Just the shell of a man, Evan thought. He took one more deep breath before inserting his key in…
The phone jangled to life, waking Evan after several difficult hours of sleep. Fumbling to locate the ringing contraption through closed eyes, he eventually managed to get the receiver next to his ear. “Gold… uh huh… what time is it? … That’s so much earlier than I hoped… no, I’m not doing anything. I mean,…
Evan arrived back at his office, looked over his shoulder one more time before fishing his keys from his pants’ pocket, and slipping the key in the lock. He then pulled open the glass door painted with “SILVER AND GOLD DETECTIVE AGENCY” in golden, block letters with a broad, black outline. He had long since…
Gabe knocked off early to get ready for his rendezvous with Jason Charles and Molly Brandt, which left Evan alone staring out his grimy window, wondering what had come of his life. His marriage was a wreck, the landlord and bank were breathing down his neck for money he didn’t have, and he worked with…
An instant later, Gabe Silver strode into the office. All Brylcreem and Aqua Velva. He moved in the office like a refreshing spring breeze pushing out the cramped, stale air of winter. He dressed better than his income, and his smile was broader than a roadside billboard. Gabe made a habit of entering this way,…
Less than a half-hour later, Evan heard the front door open, followed by the sound of muffled voices in the reception area. Evan straightened his tie and smoothed his hair as he listened to the click-clack percussion of high heels approaching on the waxed floor tiles. Letting out a long breath and bracing for Sophie’s…
On September 20th, a lingering fog blanketed Athens, Kansas. Evan Gold woke up, sat on the edge of his mattress, raked all ten fingers through his hair, and stared out the window. Gray. Thick fog blanketed everything, and Evan could no longer see the park, which normally lay opposite his apartment window. The sight matched…
