“Please,” the words cracked in the frigid New York air, “I know you don’t know me, but I’ll pay you. I have……
For three months, I have been a prisoner in my own home. My mornings start not with an alarm, but with a…
“They’re on pump three… a whole damn bunch of them! Fifty, maybe! It’s the Hells Angels or something!” the kid’s voice from the…
The ballroom at The Plaza Hotel was a sea of crystal and smug, expensive laughter. And all of it, it seemed, was…
Alexander Croft’s mornings began with sterile silence and $10 billion. From his triplex penthouse on Park Avenue, Central Park spread out below…
The courtyard of the Boston Public Library was a vision of old-world wealth, a limestone and marble sanctuary dripping with thousands of…
“A carpenter?” My father’s voice, Richard Collins’s voice, cracked like breaking glass in our formal Beacon Hill dining room. He slammed his…
American Airlines Flight 1109 from Atlanta to Chicago was a pressurized metal tube of tension. It was 7 PM on a Tuesday,…
The picnic table in our tiny, rented backyard in Naperville, Illinois, was set for fifteen eight-year-olds. It was 2:30 PM. My daughter…
The New York County Family Courtroom was artificially cold, the air thick with the smell of floor polish and desperation. My name…