The wind coming off the river was bitter, carrying the sharp, metallic scent of wet concrete and diesel exhaust. Clara Vance stood near the edge of the excavated pit for the new Thorne Enterprises downtown plaza, her hard hat pulled low against the gusts. She held a heavy roll of blueprints against

The hallway outside the glass doors was a blur of blue scrubs and frantic motion, but Clara couldn’t tear her eyes away from the exact spot where Julian had vanished. The coldness in her fingers crept up her arms, settling heavily into her chest.

She didn't blink. She didn't cry.

The glass door

The drive from Boston General Hospital to the financial district was usually a twenty-minute crawl through aggressive traffic. Today, it felt like a funeral procession.

Harper gripped the steering wheel of her battered Ford pickup, her knuckles white, her eyes darting anxiously to the passenger se