His kitchen is large and opens out into the living room. The bright open space stands in stark contrast to the stove, which is covered in layers of grease. You begin scrubbing as hard as you can. You think about how the stove got to be this way. It must have taken months of neglect at least, how...

It’s Sunday night at 11 pm. It’s 4 weeks before the murder.  You are staring at your phone. She is late again. She’s not your girlfriend, at least not in public. You pace around the small room. There’s not much here, except for a large bed, which sits in the middle of the room. It’s layered with...

It’s been 6 days since you discovered your best friend's body. It was a Sunday night and you found him in his condo. You knew the second you saw him that someone else did this, but it’s hard to explain how it could have happened.