The sun, the tiny buds, the twitterings (a new season) had finally arrived.

The crimes of our ancestors were stuck on repeat.

The third way was more like a third rail, to Maddy's mind.

Cigarettes, booze, calling women broads, and beating information out of people were out and as an old-school private eye, Charlie just didn't know how to handle this new scene.

The scammers, sleight-of-handers, the fraudsters, and grandstanders had finally made it to the top of the heap. 

We either wanted to be them or tear them down, sometimes both.

She woke up that April 1st hoping the last three years had been an elaborate prank.