The Last Dance at the Halo
The champagne at the gala cost more than most men earned in a year. Rick Calloway knew this because he had spent the last five years of his life calculating exactly how much more. He stood on the balcony of the Vanderbilt mansion, looking out over Long Island Sound. The party inside was in full swing — jazz pouring from the ballroom, laughter rising like smoke, the clink of crystal and the...
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