Andy DeLamare tossed a blonde curl over her shoulder and preened at her reflection in the mirror. Grinning, she picked her hat up off the vanity and flipped it into the air before catching it on her head. She

Otto lived alone in one of the tenements that had sprung up shortly after the war, on the outskirts of the city. I would never have visited if he hadn’t phoned me in a panic one day. Would I

When Eric gave me the warm, glass cup of water I was almost in tears. My thighs kept knocking each other and I was sweaty. He sat beside me on the long bed that was opposite the blank television.

It had been five years since I saw the first of them—the shadows that haunt me. It started with seeing them in the corners of my eyes, vague, nonthreatening shapes. As years went by, they encroached further upon my