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 whe…
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