Michael Knight

Midnight, and Bruce Little was hunched against a pay phone under the awning of The Saint John Divine Hotel, shivering with cold and dialing collect to Mississippi. He called twice. No answer either time. This was February. This was Richmond. His da [...]

Except for a desk clerk in a black beret, an old man with a fish hook in his thumb and a woman with her young son, both of whom were periodically doubled over by violent, booming coughs, Dennis Hill had the emergency room to himself. This was a Tue [...]

When she was in the fourth grade, Hettie saw her father kissing Amelia Earhart. Hettie wasn't supposed to be at home, was supposed to be down at the beach swimming with her mother and the Fitzgeralds, but she wasn't. She was cutting through the din [...]