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At 3:45 on a Tuesday in July, the temperature outside Desert Sky Exotics in Scottsdale sat at 111 degrees.

The letter came on a Tuesday, tucked between a Kroger flyer and a bill from the pediatrician’s office.

Penny didn't let anybody near her. Not since Gracie disappeared. So when the chestnut mare pressed

Dominic Cross didn’t ask for water when he clawed his way back to consciousness in the ICU at Phoenix General.

The letter came on a Tuesday, tucked between a Kroger flyer and a bill from the pediatrician’s office.

Marcus Hale was already running late. The Tuesday night meeting with the auditors had gone long — three

The air at Scottsdale Airport smelled like hot tarmac and jet fuel, even inside the lounge.

The marina at Harborview Yacht Club smelled like salt, teak varnish, and money. It was the third Sunday

Gail Henderson was refilling the sugar bowl on her screened porch when the rental truck next door started

The first thing Nicholas Thorne asked when he clawed his way back from the dark wasn’t for his phone.