“Very well,” Amber said. She had been taking a look around. “Sam, does something about the place strike you as odd?” Dutifully, I took in the living area. Something was indeed odd, but it was a moment before I could … Continue reading →

The doors opened, and a uniform pointed us down the hall. I followed a half-step behind Amber. She looked to be deep in thought, so I didn’t disturb her. I could hardly blame her, even after five years. My brand … Continue reading →

“Inspector!” someone called. I turned, as did Amber. Watson Baker was the speaker; he stood by the shrubs in front of my building. “Let me know of any developments,” Amber said, and Underwood nodded. Amber trotted across the street, and … Continue reading →

The shift from first-responding officer to lead investigator involved quite the jump in responsibilities, so while Amber navigated the treacherous logistical shoals of setting up a crime scene in such a public place, I showed my badge at the cordon … Continue reading →

It was June of 1248, five years after my association with the Port Authority Investigative Arm in the City of Nexus’ Upside District had begun. The presence of Inspector-Lieutenant Amber Brighton in my apartment failed, then, to alarm me; rather, … Continue reading →