Cal didn't know a lot about this guy at first, just that one day he'd come in and found him on his turf, working his angles, crowding him out of a good gig. He'd done a little digging, not a lot, but enough to know that the name he used was fake, didn't go back more than two years. After three days, he followed him back to his hotel, having watched ( Read more... )

He knew it was coming. The end, that is.

It's coming faster than he realized. Objects in the mirror are closer than they appear and all that jazz. They're on to him and they're closing in. He can see that, he's better than this, but he doesn't want to believe that it's going to end.

Especially not like this.

Which is how Cal Lightman, the guy who ( Read more... )