Part 1: The Crowbar wasn’t the kind of place where you asked questions. It was a dive bar sitting just outside the perimeter…
Part 1: The heat inside the belly of an AC-130 gunship isn’t just hot; it’s aggressive. It sits in your lungs like wet…
Part 1: The mud at Coronado tastes like salt and copper. It grinds into your pores, settles in the creases of your eyelids,…
Part 1: The Pacific wind at 2300 hours has a way of finding the gap between your collar and your neck, stinging like…
I tried to push Mrs. Gable’s words out of my head. “They’re not yours.” Easy for her to say. She saw them as…
The elevator was a silent, mirrored box. It shot upward so fast my stomach lurched, a sick, empty feeling that was all too…
He stood there, a thin, impossibly young kid in the harsh bulkhead light, and he had just asked to hold my daughter. My…
I left her in the presidential suite at my flagship Key West property, the one I built with my own hands thirty years…
The restaurant, Mendoza’s finest, was a performance. Every clink of crystal, every hushed murmur, was choreographed to perfection. It was the perfect stage…
The call ended. A one-hundred-million-dollar deal, evaporated. Just like that. My PA, Maria, was standing in the doorway of my office, her face…