I can hear them out there in the office plotting. They come in in the mornings and immediately set about planning my demise, I’m sure of it. I wonder how they think they’re going to do it and be successful. If they’re going to just kick down my door, barge in with homemade weapons fashioned out of office supplies; or if they’re planning a more subtle approach like hacking into …

Diego was in that border zone, half way between awake and asleep, rolling around on his bed unable to get comfortable or even stay still; his body restless, sweat lining his forehead because he was too hot, his arms pulling the blankets up tighter around his neck because he was too cold; his heart beating furiously in his chest. It was a Thursday, the one night of the week Diego …