Series: My business partner Maya ordered $4,850 worth of vintage cognac and Wagyu steaks at an exclusive Buckhead restaurant, fully expecting me to settle the syndicate front's tab like I always did.

Officer Terrence Barksdale stepped directly into Maya’s path, his movement swift and purposeful. He pulled a pair of steel handcuffs from his tactical belt, the [more…]

Chopper Bennett stepped backward as the police officers led Maya toward the front exit. He didn’t offer any help, no words of comfort, only a [more…]

Rain was pouring heavily over Buckhead as I slipped out of Marcel’s side kitchen entrance into the dark service alley. The cool night air hit [more…]

By 1:15 AM, I was sitting inside Kendra’s sedan, which was parked in a deserted alley off North Avenue. The rain was still coming down, [more…]

By 2:30 AM, state police vehicles were still parked outside Marcel Steakhouse, their blue and red lights flashing rhythmically against the rain-slicked street. Officers collected [more…]

By 3:30 AM, the storm had turned into a steady, freezing drizzle over the industrial south side of Atlanta. The night was cold, damp, and [more…]