Jan 4, 2015 | A Day In My Life
Achilles licked my hand to remind me to get up and take him on our morning run. I sat up before my hyperactive Belgian Malinois could lick my face. “Sorry I overslept, boy. My souvenir of Istanbul kept me awake.” I touched the still-tender bullet wound that marked my...
Jan 3, 2015 | A Day In My Life
My name is Colleen Caruso and since the day I went jogging in the woods near my house and tripped over the body of my daughter’s missing Algebra teacher, my life has been anything but ordinary. First off – I gave up jogging. It’s not like we have a whole lot crime...
Jan 2, 2015 | A Day In My Life
The office was silent. Empty. No clicking keyboards, no constantly beeping fax machine, no rise and fall of heated voices as other agents in the FBI’s Behavioral Analysis Unit argued over a suspect profile. Not even the persistent smell of burnt coffee that usually...
