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The taxi slid to a halt in front of Cameron’s grandparents’ house.
Despite the overcast afternoon sky, common in Zürich, the home s..
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Val Kozel’s screams stayed with Max almost as much as August Lund’s
brutal murder. He still remembered�"would never forget&#..
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There was a restaurant in Boston that he and Stacey used to frequent
when they were dating. Now, he found himself sitting inside it, across
from h..
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What woke Cameron up was Max’s loud groaning. For once, he wasn’t
screaming, but as he thrashed on the other side of the bed, he moaned ..
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The instant the sun disappeared over the horizon, Cameron bent Max
across the length of the work desk. With his own tie wrapped over his
eyes and ..
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Max’s third time crossing the Quaibrücke was with Ash. At night, the
surface of Lake Zürich seemed to glow orange and yellow, reflec..
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When Max woke up, the first thing he heard was the pounding of a drum.
Then, an electric keyboard. The latter was what made him force his eyes
ope..
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Eight hours later, Cameron woke up alone. This didn’t surprise him, as
he hadn’t expected Max to come to bed. When he sat up, though, he..
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Ash stepped out of Cameron’s suite, correcting his tie as he did. He’d
left the writer shuddering on the floor without any urge to linge..
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The following two days passed with little event. To Cameron, it was
somewhat alarming, not because things felt normal, but because they
should&rsq..
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