The Agent in the Dark

My sister, Lily, was dying.

Leukemia, rare and aggressive.

Only an experimental bone marrow transplant could save her, costing seventy-five thousand dollars.

Insurance called it "experimental," so they wouldn't cover it.

I worked double shifts at the grimy diner, counting every dollar of my meager tips.

It was never enough for Lily.

Then Jess, my flashy old high school friend, showed up.

She had an "unconventional" job, she said, with "huge pay."

A vigil for a dying man, Adam Blackwood, a wealthy recluse in rural Louisiana.