Monday morning after a quiet weekend felt strange. I was due in Hartford at 10:00 for a site inspection and Brady offered me a lift to the site. I thanked him but had to pick some stuff up at the office. “How’s the schedule?” I asked him. “Yeah, it’s good. We’re ready for you this morning.” “I’m not the lead person, Samantha is. I can’t do anything except stand and listen, unless I’m asked,” I said. “If I am, I have to be...
Groggily, my eyes opened. I momentarily struggled to recognise where I was. The bed was a warm and cosy haven that held me in its embrace. I saw the tangle of discarded clothing laying on the dark grey carpet in a haphazardly logical tableau. The final garment, a minuscule black lace thong, resting in a misshapen dream on top of my navy blue chinos. I was alone in Heather’s bed and I smiled as images from the previous eve...
“Why?” “I can’t say, Maria.” “But, Tony, I ……” I cut her off and walked out of the room. I didn’t trust her. I decided to hold fire. I’d keep an eye on developments. Luckily Brady had come to the office and was checking some information on the Hartford job with Barry. They called me as I passed and asked me to sit in with them. “Tony, Brady is looking for information on these,” Barry said pointing at his computer screen,...
Harbor Point was supposed to be a beautiful part of Stamford CT but I wasn’t all that impressed when I arrived. I was being driven by Doug Ellis, my ‘boss’ in the design practice where I had agreed to spend a year learning everything there was to learn about New England architecture. My name is Tony Harris. I work as a trainee architectural technician for James Cadden who is the owner of an architectural practice in Dubli...
It was the first day back to work after Christmas. I had completed two jobs before eight o’clock. My slate for the day held seven addresses, all of which I had keys for. The post-Christmas blues didn’t affect me since I lost my beautiful wife at the hands of a drunken driver four years previously. My world collapsed. I withdrew into myself and shut out everyone who was close to me. I’m Danny. My wife, Jess, died at forty-...
