Part I — The Question on Royal Street Daniel Hart dropped the photograph three minutes after leaving his own engagement dinner. He did not notice at first. He was walking alone down Royal Street in the French Quarter, navy suit jacket open, tie loosened, one hand still cold from holding a champagne glass he had…

Part I — The Envelope The bull hit the gate so hard the bleachers flinched. Dust burst up from the sun-baked arena floor, glowing gold in the late light. The massive black animal lowered its head again, horns cutting the air, shoulders rolling under hide like machinery built for rage. Behind the steel rails, grown…

Part I — The Road at Sunset The football came down out of the sunset like a mistake too pretty to be dangerous. Randy had thrown it high, higher than he ever had, high enough that for one second it hung above the wheat field with the whole sky turning gold behind it. Then the…

Part I — The Boy in the Ballroom The boy stood barefoot in the center of the ballroom as if someone had placed him there to ruin the evening. Around him, crystal chandeliers poured gold light over black tuxedos, silk gowns, champagne flutes, and a polished marble floor so bright it reflected every uncomfortable face….

Part I — The Shoe Under Glass Nancy had no business looking afraid inside a building she owned. Still, she stood in the center of Mondor Fair with one hand wrapped around a mop handle, her gray-green jumpsuit damp at the knees, her work boots leaving faint half-moons on the marble floor. Above her, the…

Part I — The Man in the Lobby Ryan Caulfield stepped through the revolving glass door of the Caulfield Grand looking like the kind of man the hotel had been trained to remove. Rain clung to his gray hair. His olive jacket was torn at one elbow and stained dark at the collar. His boots…