Screamers Book Novels & Stories

"What do you think?" Arlo slides the laptop toward me, and I lean in. Dark gold bleeds across the card's surface. A hooded Grim Reaper, scythe in hand, face deliberately hidden, anchors the center. Clean. Dangerous. Expensive-looking without trying too hard. He rotates the 3D preview a full three-sixty, and the gold seems to breathe, fracturing into liquid light with every angle. I slap my palm on the desk. "That one."