The Red Line train pulled into Kendall Square station at exactly 12:47 AM, just as it had every night for the past three years that Maya Rodriguez had been...
Vanessa Park found the music box at an estate sale in Greenwich Village, tucked between a tarnished tea service and a stack of moth-eaten linens. It was exquisite—hand-carved rosewood...
The Ashworth house sat at the end of Maple Grove Lane, a Victorian beauty with original hardwood floors, crown molding, and a wraparound porch that had sold Bethany and...
Marcus Webb had been driving for RideGo for exactly eleven months when he picked up the woman in white. It was his 2,847th ride—he kept track in a spreadsheet,...
The Riverside house had been a steal at $287,000—a four-bedroom colonial in a neighborhood where similar homes sold for nearly double. When Rachel and Michael Brennan first walked through...
The sound started around mile marker seven on the Blackwood Ridge Trail—a simple, cheerful whistle that seemed to echo through the Douglas firs surrounding Emma Torres. She paused mid-step,...
The mirror arrived on a Tuesday, wrapped in brown paper and bubble wrap, delivered by a gruff man who barely grunted a greeting before shoving the clipboard at Rebecca...
The phone rang at exactly 3:00 AM, as it had every night for the past six months. David Harrison's eyes snapped open in the darkness, his heart already racing...
Marcus Webb had worked the night audit shift at the Grandview Hotel for three years, and he thought he'd seen everything. Drunk wedding guests stumbling through the lobby at...
Sarah Chen had never been one for superstition. As a clinical psychologist specializing in anxiety disorders, she spent her days helping patients distinguish between irrational fears from legitimate threats....
