P.D. Vance

The (Al)Lure of the Gales

“Evie! You’re a goddamned genius!” I twisted around, eyeing Malcolm as he stepped into my office with a wide grin painted on his face. He was holding today’s paper in his palms, waving it around like a flag briefly before dropping it on my desk. Confused, I reached out and grabbed it, bringing it closer to read the headline.