A Year In Seattle Week Twelve Thursday, September 7th, 2056 – A shooting range. Casey and I got to the station around 4:00. It was probably for the best because that was the last thing to go right all night. … Continue reading
A Year In Seattle Week Eleven Thursday, August 31st, 2056 – Me and my shadow Well, me and my new best-buddy and roommate got off to an interesting start. He showed up at my door, suitcase in hand. I was … Continue reading
A Year In Seattle Week Ten Thursday, August 24th, 2056 – Just the facts Back on duty, Andrews was waiting for me with a warning. Someone had taken over the investigations into Lydia’s murder and the death of the courier. … Continue reading
A Year In Seattle Week Nine Thursday, August 17th, 2056 – Sanity Check It feels strange, I’d finally taken control again, done something with it, and now I was surrendering it almost as quickly. Still after what Jonathan and the … Continue reading
A Year In Seattle Week Eight Thursday, August 10th 2056 – Hook I spent the better part of the morning making odd stops here and there, letting Fin get a handle on my tails, and giving him the opportunity to … Continue reading
A Year In Seattle Week Seven Thursday, August 3rd, 2056 – Back in the saddle. I ended up staying with the Walker’s last night. I wasn’t in much shape to leave, and Mike really needed somebody to talk to. In … Continue reading
A Year In Seattle Week Six Thursday, July 27th, 2056 – What ifs Today I nearly spilled on the way to work. I should have taken that as a warning, but as always, there was too much happening and way … Continue reading
