A WHISPER Joseph Cohen stared absent-mindedly at the abstract painting on the wall, while Henry continued his monologue about some upcoming financial crisis. If…

SUNDAY, SOMETIME BEFORE THE SUNRISE Her head was throbbing with pain as she pried her eyes open with great difficulty. She was lying on…

He turned his head for a quick second in the direction of the digital clock on his table, which announced 11.15 PM. The last…