STORM AND SILENCE The storm had raged for hours, clawing at the city with relentless wind and rain. Lightning cracked open the sky as Zane Faulkner drove through a winding road on the outskirts. His long black overcoat was damp, collar turned up against the cold. Beside him, Eli shivered under his scarf, staring through the fogged windshield. "You still haven’t told me what the case is," Eli muttered. Zane smiled without looking. "Let the fog clear first." "Very funny," Eli grumbled. "Middle of the night, no destination in sight, and a cryptic detective who thinks suspense is foreplay." Zane glanced sideways. "We got a call. A woman. She was terrified. Screamed for help. Then silence." "So?" "The number was disconnected twelve years ago." Eli blinked. "What?" Zane nodded. "And the call came from a house that’s supposed to be abandoned." THE ABANDONED HOUSE The house stood at the very e...