Maze already knew what he would find as he climbed through the bedroom window. In every iteration of this moment of time, the new husband was already dead, his head turned at an awkward angle and his eyes staring into nothingness. He was not sure who killed him but he had his suspicions with the lack of external injuries. He also knew that his former friend and Old Guard partner, Judge, was in the next room trying to calm down Michael.“Where is she?” Michael yelled, his voice muffled through the thin walls of the apartment. “I know you are working for Lehrer!”Maze felt his heart skip...

“Good shot,” the man said looking down and patting the boy on his back, “that must be almost three hundred yards.”The teenage boy smiled as he looked up from the iron sights from his prized twenty-two long rifle, the rifle his grandfather gave to him. He remembered his grandfather fondly, a gentle and kind man who attended church on Sunday, no excuses. Every Veteran’s day, his grandfather would dress in his pressed and cleaned uniform, the head of an eagle proudly displayed on his shoulder, to attend various events around the city to receive an award or congratulations from one group...