The Cold, Hard Truth “Why are you here, Tommy? To call me the bad guy?” The crowd was still rioting outside, but Kei had largely left its...

The Hanged Man The Smiling Goat was all aflutter the next morning. Suitcases and other bags were piled on tables and chairs, and everyone...

First Stroke of Midnight Niko hadn’t worn a suit in a while. Okay, he supposed he technically wore a suit every day, but not a real,...