KANE

The sun hadn't even finished climbing over the horizon when the sound of heavy boots on the front porch echoed through the hollow hallways of the manor. It was a rhythmic, violent thudding that set my teeth on edge. I hadn't slept. I’d spent the entire night sitting in the library, staring at the empty server port and the manila envelope I still hadn’t found the courage to finish reading. The silence of the house was a lie, a thin veil over the wreckage of the previous night.

When ...