Chapter 1: Salt in the Wound
The Collective Detective Nicola Knight had come home the way ghosts do: quiet, uninvited, and carrying unfinished business. The plane touched down at Louis Armstrong International at 6:13 p.m. The wheels screeching, engines reversing hard enough to jolt her forward in her seat. Nicola didn’t flinch. She’d flown rougher rides into smaller towns, dropped into places where the only welcome… Continue reading Chapter 1: Salt in the Wound