Available Darkness Season 1

altogether, attempting to quilt the fragments of his own scattered existence.
    Facts stared back at Caleb, things remembered and forgotten, both seeming as ancient as he was feeling. He saw nothing which indicated his parents, William and Elizabeth Winslow, died in a violent crime. Their deaths were listed as a car accident, just as his prior memories recalled. Driving home one rainy night, their car lost control on a slick road and wrapped around a light post. The only survivor was their son, Caleb, who was thrown from the car and remarkably unscratched.
    No mention of a brother.
    Shortly following the accident, Caleb was adopted by Ed and Myriam Baldwin. Ed was an agent with the FBI, leaving a career’s worth of footsteps for Caleb to eventually follow. According to the gospel which Caleb had never thought to question, Ed and Myriam were a freshly married couple, unable to conceive. Ed had been on his way home from work when he arrived at the scene of the accident. He cared for Caleb until the ambulance came. After a long talk with Myriam, they decided to adopt Caleb. They got their child and saved the world from one more orphan.
    Caleb sighed as he rubbed his eyes. He’d already searched for records of his birth parents, but turned up nothing. Not too surprising. If they died in a car accident, they shouldn’t have been in the database unless they had been flagged for some reason, or were victims of a crime the bureau was investigating.
    Another few seconds in front of the screen and the corners of Caleb’s mouth twitched. He leaned forward and let his fingers dance across the keyboard. He typed “John Winslow” in the search box.
    Four names, three of them with no relation to him; the fourth, a huge question mark.
    When Caleb clicked on the fourth name, he received a message window. Red letters yelled, “ACCESS DENIED” and three green ones agreed: “PROPER CLEARANCE REQUIRED.” Below the lines, a message showed his IP address and mentioned that his search and failure to meet clearance had been noted.
    Great.
    What the hell is going on?
    Why would John Winslow, possibly his brother, be a secret FBI file?
    Caleb continued to stare at the monitor as he rubbed his hands through his hair and squeezed in frustraion. He had no memories of a brother, yet something in the name tickled the deep recesses of his brain.
    Could he have completely forgotten having a brother?
    Or been made to forget?
    He’d known of people forgetting things and blocking events after a trauma. Hell, he could understand wanting to forget your parents’ murders and burning the reels of the mind movie. This, if it were true, went well beyond forgetting, though. There was a paper trail noting his parents’ death in a car accident, implicating lie as truth. This was more like an orchestrated effort to hide the truth.
    But why?
    Why cover up a murder? Why cover up the existence of a brother? Could the government really have rinsed his memories, not only of murder, but of a younger brother as well?
    A week ago he would’ve thought it was impossible or at least downright lunacy. It had been a long week, even without the dream. The dream! Caleb shuddered at the involuntary image of his father’s burned heap of a body; a sack of ashy flesh no different from those which had littered the last few of his days; no different from his wife, Julia’s.
    Something brought Caleb to life, out of his drugged fog, like an animal perking to a strange and sudden scent.
    The monster in his dream had claimed to be his brother, Jacob.
    Two brothers, one nightmare.
    Caleb entered the name “Jacob Winslow.”

    “ACCESS DENIED, PROPER CLEARANCE REQUIRED”

    Caleb thought of the killer he was tracking. The killer, who finally had a name, thanks to Bob’s information — John Sullivan.
    He entered the name and held his breath.

    “ACCESS DENIED, PROPER CLEARANCE REQUIRED”

    What the hell?
    Caleb’s mind was crackling, connections slowly clicking into place. Something inside him shuddered. What if the killer, John, was also his brother? It didn’t make sense, of course. According to Bob, the killer wasn’t from this planet. The killer also seemed younger, though Bob said he was much older.
    The boy in the dream was distinctly younger than Caleb.
    Yet when Caleb thought of the damage Jacob had done to his father’s body, and the damage this John Sullivan was doing to others right now, the connections, as crazy as they seemed, almost arranged themselves