Rachmiel

“Mom.” A five year old boy tugging on his mother’s skirts would normally have seemed endearing, but his mother certainly didn’t seem to think so.   “Not now, Max. Please just be quiet for a bit.” She looked downright anxious about it, really, already in enough of a frazzled state with the persistent evangelists atContinue reading “Rachmiel”

Old Friend

“I’m FBI Agent Elizabeth Hayes.” Max stood one aisle down from the speaker, but his ears perked up at the sound of the word “Agent.” The FBI had been hunting him now for three years now, and still didn’t have a description, just a vague inkling of his targets and methods. He really had toContinue reading “Old Friend”