If you enjoy mysteries that continue long after the final page, you are welcome here.
Sometimes silence was simply evidence
that nothing needed to be said.
I don’t write about heroes.
I write about people who are still trying to understand what happened yesterday.
I have never been interested in proving who committed the crime.
I have always been more interested in what the crime left behind.
If these stories stay with you after you’ve closed the book…
they’ve done exactly what they were meant to do.
We spend a lot of time asking who pulled the trigger.
I keep wondering who taught them to believe it was the only option.
Cities remember.
People forget.
Stories live somewhere between the two.