WHEN A 7-YEAR-OLD GIRL BEGGED A MAFIA DON TO PROTECT HER, HE DECLARED WAR IN BROAD DAYLIGHT

  The sound her arm made did not belong in a place that served coffee and pie. It was too sharp. Too final. Too much…

“Wait.” The little girl’s voice was so small it should have disappeared under the rattle of the air conditioner and the scrape of a coffee…

Part 1 The chapel smelled like white roses and money, and for one irrational second I hated flowers. It was not the flowers’ fault. They…

The first thing Leo Bennett noticed was not the motorcycle. It was the smell. Hot metal. Spilled fuel. Dust baked all day under a late…

  By the time Margaret Prescott understood she had been sold a dream stitched from lies, the train that brought her west was already vanishing…

The wrench slipped from Cole Brandon’s hand and cracked against the concrete hard enough to echo through the garage like a gunshot. For half a…