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A bove all, he remembers the boots the cops wore when they kicked down the door of his mom’s apartment. They yanked him out of bed and a deep sleep, 12 gang cops in riot gear searching the room of a tall-for-his-age 10-year-old named Tionne Tisdale. “Where is it?” they …

I t could have been a party. At around two in the afternoon on Wednesday, Oct. 16, 2024, Doug Jones was making business calls from his room in Buenos Aires’ upscale CasaSur Palermo Hotel when clanging, banging, and whooping sounds erupted across the hall. “I heard some really bizarre noises, …

A s soon as he answered his phone, Clayton Carmen knew he was getting bad news. It was March 2024, and by then, nearly a decade had passed since he had seen his father, Eric Carmen — the power-pop trailblazer and Raspberries frontman best remembered for the hits “Go All …

I n the early morning of July 21, 2024, Mahali Khuluoe, 22, was at home dozing when her phone rang. The person on the other end of the line was her father’s friend — his voice was tight and hesitant. “Where’s your dad?” he asked. “He left yesterday but hasn’t …

T he hit man called himself Mr. Perfect. He had been given the list. He wanted the easiest one first. He’d also need a getaway car, a fake ID, and a place to drop the gun. The man who hired him went by Mero Wero. He said he would take …

I t’s a hot summer night in 1969, and for those of a certain age — young enough to turn on, tune in, drop out — Steve Paul’s the Scene is your place. As a spectator, a musician, a hanger-on. A place where the music comes first, even if you …

S hohei Ohtani walks up to home plate at New York’s Citi Field, and the L.A. Dodgers fans, who are well in attendance on this Wednesday afternoon, are up on their feet. “So, ideally you get a pop-up, right? You got like five seconds in the air. God forbid the …

T ucked between a taqueria and a discount tobacco store on downtown San Francisco’s Market Street sits the International Art Museum of America (IAMA). The white-column-framed double doors open into a towering hall with a pond and a mossy wooden treehouse. Upstairs, past a pair of imperial guardian lions, the …

L uke Cowan switches off the safety of his .204-caliber rifle. The single shot rings out and then a thump as the animal hits the ground. At just 25, Cowan’s hair has grayed, but he still retains a boyish face pinkened by years of hunting under the Texas sun. Wearing …

T HIS STORY WAS PUBLISHED in partnership with The Trace, a nonprofit newsroom covering gun violence. Subscribe to its newsletters. One week in November 2008, Dawn Williams-Stewart showed up for work at the headquarters of the National Rifle Association, in Fairfax, Virginia, with bruises on her face. A close friend …