Jacob opened the heavy front door and entered The Ivory Note. The club was dark and the smell of cigarettes still hung in the air from the previous night. He strained to hear movement, but the entire club seemed devoid of life. Quickly and quietly, Jacob walked to the railing overlooking the main club.
Reaching into his left pocket, he produced a pair of mirrored sunglasses and slipped them over... [click here for more]
It wasn't hard to spot Brannon Kelly. The leader of the Southies was a tall, thin man with red hair and a bent nose that spoke volumes about his short time on this earth. Around him was his crew decked out in jackets, ball caps and tattoos sporting the Irish Flag and a smattering of Gaelic.
Seeing Jacob across the room, he nodded and offered a smile. The smile on his face quickly faded as he spotted... [click here for more]
Jacob hated summer camp when he was a kid. This trip did nothing to change his opinon. This was supposed to be a weekend alone at a great camping spot near an old summer camp. However, he now found himself in a game a tag with a pack of werewolves.
Jacob ran with only the light of the full moon to help him navigate through the dense forest. He could hear them loping behind just toying with him and... [click here for more]
Jacob strode through the double doors of The Provincial Hotel and into the opulent lobby. The marble floors gleamed as the afternoon sun streamed through the windows surrounding the lobby. He quickly spotted the small wood paneled reception station and walked over. No one was present, so he used the small bell on the counter to announce his presence. Still, no one responded. Jacob was anxious to... [click here for more]
The sign was faded and the interior looked gloomy, but to Jacob St. Michael's Pub looked like home. He stepped through the door, shook the rain off of his coat and made a bee line for an open seat at the end of the bar.
"What'll it be?" The young bartender said in a thick Irish brogue. "Jameson. Neat," Jacob replied to which the bartender offered a satisfied smirk.
"Yer... [click here for more]
Jacob awoke to screams that seemed to come from everywhere. His brain instantly snapped to attention as he sprang from his bed. Throwing open the rickety screen door to his cabin, he stepped outside and scanned the area. Jacob smelled the blood in the air before he saw the bodies. Some campers lay in bloody, crumpled heaps while others ran screaming in terror chased by emaciated, humanoid figures.... [click here for more]
It had been a long journey out to Sterling Steed Farm and Jacob was tired. He was ready to put this case to bed and only had a few loose ends left to tie up. Pulling up to the front of the farm, Jacob peered through the large iron gate and onto the grounds beyond.
Jacob pushed the button on the small box mounted on a small black pole by the gate and waited. In the distance, a red pickup truck was... [click here for more]
Jacob watched as the SWAT team approached the front door. Next to him an older man, dressed in a rumpled black suit and a dark blue windbreaker with the letters FBI on the back in white, raised the radio and gave the command to breach. The look on the older man's face was smug and triumphant. The team of ten officers immediately complied. The lead man stepped forward and swung a heavy steel battering... [click here for more]