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The Ashford EnigmaThe Ashford Enigma Finchley Road, 1889. London's financial district pulsed beneath a fog so thick it tasted of coal and old copper. Arthur Pendelton, twenty-four, junior analyst at Blackwood & Sons, carried a letter in his coat pocket that would unravel everything he believed about his father, his family, and the nature of loyalty itself. The letter arrived on a Tuesday, sealed with wax the...0 Commentaires 0 Parts 22 Vue 0 Aperçu
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The Beauregard EnigmaSheriff Thomas Beauregard had been the law in Vermilion Parish for eleven years, which meant he had seen everything from moonshine murders to Mardi Gras massacres. But nothing—nothing in eleven years of Louisiana law enforcement—had prepared him for the case of the dead man who kept dying. It started, as all bad things do in this state, with humidity and a body. The corpse was found in an...0 Commentaires 0 Parts 5 Vue 0 Aperçu
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The Blackwood EnigmaThe fog rolled over London like a living thing, thick and yellow with factory smoke, swallowing the gas lamps whole. Arthur Blackwood stood in the alley behind Whitehall, his coat damp with condensation, watching the world dissolve into the same grey nothing that filled his mind most days.He was waiting for a woman who was already fifteen minutes late. In his experience, people who made...0 Commentaires 0 Parts 100 Vue 0 Aperçu
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The Bloodline EnigmaThe rain had been falling for three days when Martha Black walked into my office, and she looked like she had been walking through it since before the rain started. She was beautiful in the way that dangerous things are beautiful—sharp angles, dark eyes, a mouth that seemed permanently caught between a smile and a warning. "I need you to find out who I am," she said, sitting down without being...0 Commentaires 0 Parts 43 Vue 0 Aperçu
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The Chronos EnigmaI first noticed the drawings three years ago. I was cleaning out my studio, looking for something to burn, and I found them, sketches of a woman I had never met, rendered in a style that was almost mine but not quite. Almost like looking at a mirror that showed someone else's face. The woman in the drawings had dark hair and sharp features and eyes that seemed to follow you across the room. She...0 Commentaires 0 Parts 35 Vue 0 Aperçu
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The Clay EnigmaThe Thames mud had a smell that Arthur Pendelton would never forget: a mixture of rotting vegetation, diesel oil, and something older and more fundamental, like the breath of the river itself. It was November 1888, and the fog lay so thick over the Embankment that Arthur could barely see the pile of rubble he was digging through. He was a bricklayer by trade, which meant he knew how to dig and...0 Commentaires 0 Parts 20 Vue 0 Aperçu
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The Darkroom EnigmaThe stairs were the first clue. Elena Marchetti's body lay at the bottom of the three-story brownstone in Brooklyn, her head at an angle that suggested the marble floor had been surprised by her arrival. Julian Cross stood on the second-floor landing and looked down at her with an expression that might have been grief if he hadn't been the one who called the ambulance. Mark Donovan stood in the...0 Commentaires 0 Parts 22 Vue 0 Aperçu
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The Deep Space EnigmaAct 1 — The House on the Ridge The Beauregard house sat on a ridge above the Bayou Teche like a woman who had stopped pretending she was fine with being abandoned. It was a Victorian structure, all gingerbread trim and sagging porch and windows that looked like eyes refusing to close, and it had belonged to Eudora Beauregard's family for six generations, which in Louisiana time was roughly the...0 Commentaires 0 Parts 19 Vue 0 Aperçu
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The Deep Space EnigmaAct 1 — The House on the Ridge The Beauregard house sat on a ridge above the Bayou Teche like a woman who had stopped pretending she was fine with being abandoned. It was a Victorian structure, all gingerbread trim and sagging porch and windows that looked like eyes refusing to close, and it had belonged to Eudora Beauregard's family for six generations, which in Louisiana time was roughly the...0 Commentaires 0 Parts 17 Vue 0 Aperçu
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The Deep Space EnigmaAct 1 — The House on the Ridge The Beauregard house sat on a ridge above the Bayou Teche like a woman who had stopped pretending she was fine with being abandoned. It was a Victorian structure, all gingerbread trim and sagging porch and windows that looked like eyes refusing to close, and it had belonged to Eudora Beauregard's family for six generations, which in Louisiana time was roughly the...0 Commentaires 0 Parts 15 Vue 0 Aperçu
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The Deep Space EnigmaAct 1 — The House on the Ridge The Beauregard house sat on a ridge above the Bayou Teche like a woman who had stopped pretending she was fine with being abandoned. It was a Victorian structure, all gingerbread trim and sagging porch and windows that looked like eyes refusing to close, and it had belonged to Eudora Beauregard's family for six generations, which in Louisiana time was roughly the...0 Commentaires 0 Parts 29 Vue 0 Aperçu
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The Golden CrossingThe Golden Crossing By Eleanor Ashworth The fog crept over the Channel like a living thing, swallowing the white cliffs whole. Inside the lighthouse tower, Lady Eleanor Vane stood at the observation window, her breath fogging the cold glass, and watched the English coast dissolve into nothing. Three weeks. It had been three weeks since she last saw land that wasn't an island of stone and...0 Commentaires 0 Parts 9 Vue 0 Aperçu
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