Part 1: The mud at Coronado tastes like salt and copper. It grinds into your…
Part 1: The Pacific wind at 2300 hours has a way of finding the gap…
I tried to push Mrs. Gable’s words out of my head. “They’re not yours.” Easy…
The elevator was a silent, mirrored box. It shot upward so fast my stomach lurched,…
He stood there, a thin, impossibly young kid in the harsh bulkhead light, and he…
I left her in the presidential suite at my flagship Key West property, the one…
The restaurant, Mendoza’s finest, was a performance. Every clink of crystal, every hushed murmur, was…
The call ended. A one-hundred-million-dollar deal, evaporated. Just like that. My PA, Maria, was standing…
I served them champagne. I polished their silver. I raised their child. But in their…
The alley reeked. It was the smell of Miami that the tourism boards try to…