Category: The ghost at the table

Stephanie The gentle clinking of glasses and the murmur of contented conversation enveloped my husband and I as we sat in the warm glow of a Melbourne eatery, a rare oasis of calm amidst the relentless pace of our lives. A soft amber light played on the white tablecloth, casting elongated shadows of the wine glasses that held remnants of an expensive Cab Sav from […]

Stephanie Fingers danced across the keyboard, a staccato rhythm in the near-dark. The glow from the screen was the only light, casting an eerie pallor on Stephanie’s face. She delved deeper, layers of security peeling away under her relentless assault. Dark web, darker motives. Australia’s underbelly was throbbing with digital pulses of crime, and she was the huntress tracking its blood trail. A forum, hidden […]

The warehouse loomed ahead, a hulking monument to illicit dealings and cyber shadows. I took it in, the rust on the corrugated iron cladding, the silence that hugged its walls too tight. No goons on watch, no cameras winking their red eyes at me. Odd. I swallowed hard, the pulse in my throat ticking like a bomb about to go off. The intel that Andy […]

Stephanie Sweat mixed with grime on Stephanie’s brow as she hunkered down behind the crates. Bullets sang their deadly tune overhead, each one a reminder of how close death was. Her heart thrummed against her ribs, a frantic drummer keeping time with the chaos. The warehouse, once a place of orderly rows and crated secrets, had become a battlefield. She squinted through the dim light, […]

Stephanie The crates splintered around me. Each shot, a death knell. My heart was a jackhammer against my ribs, each thud echoing the danger I was in. They said Adelaide was quiet, peaceful. But here I was, dodging bullets like a character out of a gangster flick. I pressed myself flat against the cold, rough wood, my breath ragged. Survival instincts kicked in; I needed […]

Logan Cramped space. The hum of machinery my constant companion. I sit, a lone figure in the dim glow of computer screens. They cast shapes across my apartment, light and shadow dancing over walls cluttered with tech and takeout boxes. My fingers dance too, swift over keys, a skill honed under military precision, now repurposed for a darker cause. Screens flicker. Code scrolls. My hands […]

Stephanie The office was quiet except for the methodical tapping of keys as I hunched over my computer, piecing together fragments of data like a digital-age detective. The glow from dual monitors cast an eerie pallor across the room, illuminating my focus: the mounting evidence against Logan. “Patterns repeat,” I muttered to myself, scrolling through lines of code and transaction logs. Logan’s digital fingerprints were […]