It was a cold morning in Phoenix, two days before Christmas. Temperatures had dipped into the low 30s, making the car, even with the few blankets they had, uncomfortably cold. Marvin Jackson and his wife, Melba were huddled together in the front seat. Melba’s feet, covered by heavy woolen socks, rested on top of the small cooler on the car’s floor. Their three children, girls 6, 9 and 14, were taking turns sitting in the middle seat, trying to keep warm...
Read More...When Lionel Labs offered the Wrights research positions only ten days after they successfully completed their PhDs, they were thrilled by their good fortune. Had they known they were entering a high stakes drama that would threaten to hideously compromise their work and put their safety at risk, they would not have felt so fortunate...
Read MoreOther than maybe on Christmas day, I never pour myself a shot of whiskey in the morning. But I did that morning. I had three shots, actually. The first one I sipped in a gentlemanly fashion. The other two I downed like I was sitting...
Read MoreRollo Baskies woke up in the darkness and knew immediately he was in trouble. He felt the cold concrete on his face. His shoulder ached from the floor’s unrelenting hardness. The faint glow coming from behind him, he realized was from a cigarette. He could smell the smoke now. He was afraid to turn over and look. What was the last thing he remembered?
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