At home, Tommy had a system. He didn’t eat anything too complex. He relied plenty on frozen vegetables and frozen fish. But he refused to eat poorly—anything could be improved […]

The smell of frying potatoes and onions. A server old enough to be his mom’s younger sister carrying a plate with a patty melt and a half-full coffee pot. Formica […]

Chapter 2:  Tommy thought it showed dedication, bringing his knife bag to a job interview. It showed that he cared for his own knives, that he cared for his craft. […]

The morning they found the body—blood dried on his throat, up the sides of his too-high collar, red spill down white shirt, slumped in the alley to suggest a mugging […]