by Eyugho Ferris didn’t love this wine bar, or any wine bar really. But he did love Demos, and this was the spot Demos had chosen for this date. Well, Ferris was pretty sure it was a date. Venn diagrams and column charts had been running through his head...

The expected nightmare never came. Days passed and the only things running through Ferris’ dreams were shadows and whispers. There was something different about that night. Ferris hadn’t been a reluctant bystander or an unwilling accessory to a crime. From the moment he’d burst into the stairwell to the...