an episodic Vivian Locke occult noir

Sunny Day Parasol Co.

Epilogue

This is a serialized story. Start with Case File #1 here.

The Meridian Club had been a monument to high-stakes vice; now, it was just an open wound catching the city’s freezing rain. Red and blue police lights pulsed through the ruptured doorway, casting long, fractured shadows across the pulverized baccarat tables and the sea of abandoned chips.

In the dead center of the devastation, Cross stood up from the gray ash and dusted off his suit.

an episodic Vivian Locke occult noir

Sunny Day Parasol Co.

Case File #15: Absolute Zero

This is a serialized story. Start with Case File #1 here.

Kogan’s lead ampoule shattered under my bandaged knuckles. The purified salt and cold iron filings scattered across the green felt, but the dead quicksilver didn’t just spill… It leapt. It shot from the broken glass like a liquid soul, violently drawn to the impossible shape of the Black Sulfur token.

It hit the velvet exactly as Cross’s rotting entropy and Gallow’s crushing stasis slammed into the table.

The ignition didn’t produce a fireball. It produced an execution.

an episodic Vivian Locke occult noir

Sunny Day Parasol Co.

Case File #14: Lead Comes to Dinner

This is a serialized story. Start with Case File #1 here.

Cross’s amused smile vanished, replaced by a look of ancient, profound annoyance.

I sat dead still in the crushing quiet, my breath shallow and held tight. The dull, rhythmic ache from the deep cuts on my left hand from the shattered neon glass was a sharp, ordinary pain, the only thing anchoring me against the impossible physics tearing the air apart. My bandaged fingers held steady over the lead ampoule, caught in the dead center of a hurricane where absolute stasis was locked in a brutal collision with pure, corrosive entropy.