The Mediterranean sun beat down on Luna Costa’s skin as she adjusted the straps of her white bikini for what felt like the hundredth time. She could feel the heat...
The first rule of working at the Onyx was simple: whatever you saw inside those walls, you buried it the same night. Mara Calloway had worked that rule for eleven...
Rain drummed against the cracked linoleum, washing away the copper smell of a stranger’s mistakes. Five years ago, Norah shoved a dying man under her floorboards while police lights swept...
The rain in this city didn’t wash things clean. It just moved the grime around. From the floor-to-ceiling windows of his penthouse, Roman Costa watched the gray water streak across...
The first gunshot shattered the champagne glass in the hand of Clara Whitmore. Crystal scattered across the wedding table. The orchestra stopped. A woman screamed near the center of the...
Nora Vance had learned to dress carefully for events she couldn’t really afford to attend. It wasn’t dishonesty. It was precision. The black dress was hers, bought three years ago...
Six weeks before Marco Ferraro walked into my diner, I saved a man’s life and went home and forgot about it by the following week. Not because I was callous....
The first thing Nora Park noticed when she woke in the hospital was the sound of a man’s phone ringing. The second thing she noticed was that the man was...
She knelt in a server’s uniform. Her sister held a flame to their mother’s letter. Then Chicago’s most feared man walked in and called her wife. Lauren Mitchell was kneeling...
His voice dropped so low only I could hear it. “Port Authority. Stolen bio-container. Active hostiles. Your old unit is already there and pinned. They won’t move without your command.”...