It’s a noir world. Unfair things happen.

But sometimes the lies we let ourselves believe are for our own good.

Conan Doyle deluded a century of readers into thinking we’re all deductive geniuses.

Chatty, defensive, observant. My new favorite witness.

Look, this is helping me out quite a bit, but could you just get to the punishment part? We’re at the end of World War Two in history, and I can’t wait to find out...

I also drink Scotch. But I’m not picky. I’ll take the victory Scotch, or the Scotch of defeat. Or the rotgut swill.

And for about the millionth time in her life she felt an overwhelming gratitude for her best friend. Because she knew he wouldn’t mention this afterward; she knew he wouldn’t take it as a sign...

Her strategy for honoring the dead had always been to take action – solve the mystery, punish the criminal. But what did you do when there was no one to punish? When there were no...