Kyle and I drove for over an hour, combing the streets of the Bowery. When we found the building I was shaking so hard I couldn’t speak. “Is that it? Is that the building, Ms Blue… Jada? Are you alright?” Tears rolled down my cheeks. The address was 186 Amber St. I didn’t dream it, and I wasn’t crazy. It was real. Kyle held my hand and I gave him a ( Read more... )

Detective Jack Ivy smoothed down the old map as best he could across the Sedan’s dashboard. “Explain again, why we are doing this?” Asked his partner and fellow Detective, Thomas Stanton. Jack leaned back and started to rub his eyes. A gesture of being both over tired and frustrated. “I don’t know.” He sighed. “You don’t have to go with me ( Read more... )

So far this afternoon, I had spoken to my foster father, a priest, a shrink and one very handsome Detective, named Jack Ivy. All of them were very nice. All of them also thought I was nuts. None of them believed me about the children ( Read more... )

Detective Jack Ivy repeatedly tapped the end of his pencil on the top of his wooden desk. The station was crawling with FBI agents. He was both grateful they were there to help and pissed off that they had to be there at all. Seven children had gone missing in the last year. Three of them within the last month. Four year old Ana Maria Ortiz ( Read more... )

A warm wind moved the stillness. She turned her head slowly and surveyed her surroundings. It was a city, both familiar and foreign. She longed for the sun on her face, but that was no longer an option.

The moon hung heavy in the sky. It’s white orb stared down at her in defiance. “Show me!” She demanded. Her raspy voice echoed oddly through the ( Read more... )

The last time I woke up on the kitchen floor was the morning after Zeek Anderson’s, “going away party”. Now that was a good time! This, not so much.

Rapid fire Spanish filled the room as Margita felt for a pulse and then fumbled with her cell phone to call 911. I opened my eyes to a jail cell-like view of table and chair legs. What the hell was I ( Read more... )

Over the next few weeks, I started my new, unwelcomed life. I was introduced to the indignities of day to day hospital life, three surgeries, a mountain of drugs, tests, doctors, more tests, physical therapy and pain. Pain like I never knew existed.

The nurse was correct when she said I hadn’t left my bed. What she left out I learned the following ( Read more... )

I could hear before I could see. It took a minute to absorb the sounds around me. I was not in my own bed. I was used to spending nights in a hotel, but this felt and sounded... wrong. There was a pulse of machines, quietly keeping time in the background and off in the distance, I could hear several voices. Not a party, or street voices, but steady ( Read more... )

My name is Jada Blue. I'm not real. My life is not real. It can't be ( Read more... )