Prologue Drip! Drip! Drip! That’s all he could hear. The floor was cold and damp, he shivered uncontrollably. He heard a groan from the far corner of the dungeon. To his left he noticed a small Indian boy shackled to the wall. He was emaciated and seemed like he was breathing his last breath. Looking … More Retribution

Trigger Moment

The crime scene was fresh. That’s how Miranda liked it. The best time to take photos before the damned forensics team arrived. Two little boys and their mother, victims of the night before. She wondered what it was like taking the life of another as she took numerous pictures in all angles. She heard the … More Trigger Moment