New Mexico, 1919. Marisol Armendariz has kept her uncle's ledgers for six years - every bribe, every body, every mile of the Vermejo route between Socorro and the Colorado line. Then her uncle decides she knows too much, and the man he sends to kill her is the only one who doesn't. Elias Cain came back from France with a limp, a talent for quiet work, and a family who doesn't say his name. He was paid to bury her in the desert. He rides her north instead. Now two outlaws and one stolen horse are paying off a syndicate one bad debt at a time, with twenty men behind them and a wedding license in front of them they only meant as a legal shield. When you rob the family that raised you, you burn the road home.

I restore other people's paintings. I invoice a shell company. I have never met the men I work for. Then they sent someone to check on me. Lukas Morozov. Forty-six. Gray at the temples. He had three years of my invoices memorized and a photograph of me on a beach I didn't know anyone had taken. He stayed three days to audit me. Then he paid my rent, unlocked my balcony door, and hung a painting I mentioned once, eight months ago, opposite my bed. I called the emergency number and hung up. When the gallery owner sold me out to cover his debt, Lukas killed him in the gallery after hours and left me the deed. I ran to Madrid. He was already on my balcony with my forwarded mail. Her Quiet Executioner is a stalker age gap mafia romance in the Lisbon underworld - obsessive, slow, and negotiated on her terms, all the way to the signature.

Rune Halloran has two secrets: the Copper Wren is more than a bar, and he's been in love with his best customer for two years. When a witch dies in the Wren's private booth with an antique matchbook in her hand, Ilse Varra finally looks at Rune the way she looks at a case. The matchbook belonged to Rune's grandmother. The hotel it names burned down in 1904. And the trail runs through seances, insurance fraud, and three affectionate banshees with a boarding house and a grudge. Rune has one shot to save Ilse, keep the Wren standing, and pour the nightcap he's been composing in his head for two years.