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...

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.