JASON LOCKHART paused on the step of the train, but he saw no one familiar on the platform. Not that he expected to recognize anyone. The letter from Nelson Smathers, the Chairman of Clinical Research, had said only that someone would meet him. Continue reading
Emily squealed with delight, as she sprinted across the sidewalk toward the man riding up to the curb cut by the entrance to Old Colonial Elementary School. Continue reading
Tongai (Tom) Paisley hit the OFF button on the tape recorder and yanked the headphones from his ears.
“Enough! I’m ready for the weekend!” Continue reading
