Category Archives: Raven’s Game

“Excuse me, but have you seen my son?” a woman dressed like a tavern wench asks when Gemma steps out of the hotel. With quivering hands, she holds up her phone to show a picture of a young boy in … Continue reading →

“Where am I?” Gemma asks, her eyes opening to a bright light and mottled ceiling. As she regains her senses, she can hear people talking and rushing around on the other side of a black curtain. “Smells like a hospital. … Continue reading →

A bowl of fresh popcorn and her laptop working off a secure, private Wi-Fi device, Gemma gets ready for a night of watching Dawn. She is feeling safer in her room, especially after a long bath and short nap. The … Continue reading →

Even though nobody is looking in her direction, Gemma feels like she is being watched by several eyes. Stopping at Dawn’s private elevator, she sees reflections of the stuffed ravens in the polished metal. All of the fake birds are … Continue reading →

Making a brief stop at the bar, Gemma orders two cocktails and carries them to the pool where she sees Dawn. The sight of the other woman, who is wearing an old-fashioned swimsuit and bright yellow floaties, makes her skin … Continue reading →

Sitting on a bench in the park, the two detectives tried to enjoy the warm sunlight and cool breeze. Gemma’s report is still sinking in as Max watches a group of children run around a nearby playground. He pulls out … Continue reading →

With a nurse standing outside, Gemma and Max quietly enter the hospital room that reeks of rubbing alcohol. They can see that Rhonda is resting, the former bridesmaid handcuffed to the bed for her own safety. Large bandages are around … Continue reading →

“Fancy meeting you here, kitty,” Dawn says as she takes the seat across from Gemma. The detective stares at her, a piece of bacon still in her mouth. “Glad you’re enjoying the breakfast buffet. We don’t do this often for … Continue reading →

“I do have to admit that this is somewhat exciting,” Alicia whispers as she walks arm in arm with her husband. They move to the side to let a group of kids run by, all of the children exciting to … Continue reading →

The late hour and lack of proof gives Gemma pause when she gets to the suite’s door, her hand repeatedly rising in vain to knock. She wishes she had her badge or some way to identify herself as a police … Continue reading →