Chapter 3 Federal office buildings San Diego California From 4.00pm December 11th 2002 Warm wind whipped the hair from Chris’ face onto his back, the sound of his Honda blackbird roaring in his ears. He took in the dry Mexican scenery as he headed back to the US border. Suddenly a girl stepped out into the middle of the deserted road, her clothes were torn and blood covered. Chris slowed the bike until it stopped meters away from the girl. He stepped off the bike and took his helmet off...

Kings Storage garage, California July 16th 1998 7.12pm Trish pushed the blood covered blindfold onto her forehead with her bound hands. Her eyes took a moment to adjust before she started to make out objects in the small dark room. Each wall was concrete and the only exit was a garage door to her right. A bead of sweat rolled down her forehead and onto the tip of her nose just as she heard the sound of keys jingling outside the door. Trish knew who was standing behind the door, the same man w...

Chapter 2 Balboa Park San Diego California From 9.00pm December 10th 2002 I made my way down to the crime scene, my feet sinking in the mud as I walked. My partner Chris Chambers and boss Ron Kennedy walked at my side. An area of bustling men and women gave the otherwise quiet park life. Freezing wind bellowed into my jacket as I spotted the yellow and black crime scene tape where the victim would be. ‘Agent Sloane Conway, FBI.’ I said as I flashed my badge at the young male cop...

Chapter 1 Abandoned warehouse, San Diego California December 8th 2002 ‘Do you know who I am?’ Chimera asked as he paced the room, his large feet echoing on the rotten wooden floorboards. He looked at the small boy. His eyes, although immobile, screamed fear and agony, a feeling Chimera himself had lived with for the last four years, and they were the years he remembered. He picked up the Zippo. You are Joannie Sceats,, never change, Love Raven. Chimera studied the engraving. Good old Joannie,...