Segment 13.5

Ghosts showed up around every corner. They weren’t really dead people, at least not yet. It was just that everything in the mall brought up thoughts of Candy and Dad and those troublesome half-sisters. Shauna Rae couldn’t find a trace of that feeling that she had come to reclaim, the pleasure of lazy weekends browsing [...]

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Segment 13.4

From behind, the sameness of the condos only intensified. Each one hid behind a smooth façade of brown wooden fencing flanked by uniform fleets of gray trash barrels and bright blue recycling bins. Only the perfectly symmetrical white numbers painted beside each gate distinguished one unit from another.
Sam replayed the number of the Templeton [...]

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Sgment 13.3

The address was right but it struck Wyatt as peculiar. Why would a grocery store request a food delivery to the premises? Sure, the bodega was small but even places such as these had their own delivery systems.
“Hello?” Wyatt called as he opened the door. “Someone call for a delivery?”
The clerk at the counter snorted, [...]

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Segment 13.2

Numbers lined up but wouldn’t balance. It was not that something was wrong with the accounting. The numbers just refused to resolve themselves into something intelligible.
“Did I do good boss?” the clerk asked.
“I can’t tell,” Candy muttered. The clerk’s eyes widened and her breath stilled. “I’m sorry,” Candy said. “It looks like you had [...]

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Segment 13.1

The achy cramp in the middle of her feet let itself be known as Petra swiped her i.d. card to sign herself out of work. A good soak in Epsom salts would do nicely. However, there was that trek down the block to the bus stop to conquer. Other nurses, nurse aides, food service workers, [...]

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Episode Twelve Re-Cap

Sydney discovers Wyatt’s grocery delivery service and hatches a scheme to use it to overcome the limitations of his restraining order. Peter’s interest is piqued by the way the Wycliff’s dry-cleaning store varies from the layout Monique gave him. Raisa notices that the Olmec bowl Sydney bought her is missing. Shauna Rae tries to forget [...]

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Segment 12.10

At first, everything looked fuzzy. When it all came into focus, the floor seemed so close. A damp spot touched his face. It seemed he was lying on the floor. His head pounded and spun when he tried to lift it.
“You’ve been a busy bee, Mr. Daniels,” a woman’s voice informed him. It was certainly [...]

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Segment 12.9

Wikipedia…Google…none of the usual suspects yielded any information about “The Wycliff Fellowship.” Searching for Wycliff alone yielded nothing relevant. The foundation, its sprawling parent corporation, and the shadowy family that had created the entire empire proved invisible. Bobbi fought down the pang of unease tingling along her body and tried that urban legends site, just [...]

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Segment 12.8

The meter on the cab spun into its final resting spot.
“Fifty-three twenty,” the driver barked.
“I can see that,” the passenger grunted. She dropped three twenties in his palm. “Still don’t know where Shoals Court Drive is?”
“Sorry, ma’am. It’s a big development. Every section has its own name. I ain’t studied the whole map.”
“Some cabbie. [...]

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Segment 12.7

A squeak announced the application of Dinah’s foot to the brake.
“Why are we stopping?” Sam asked, without looking up. He preferred to cast his eyes back along the lines of the telex. Some old geezer at the nursing home nicked a few personal items out of another resident’s room. The name “Wycliff” kept jumping out. [...]

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