In Las Vegas, everyone wants a table at Le Sang.
Chef Antoine Dubois spent 22 years building Nevada's most talked-about restaurant. He has Forbes stars, a TV deal, a beautiful wife, three children, and a glass house in the hills no one knows exists.
Then one February night, a woman visits that house for the last time.
By the following Saturday, the humblest dish on Antoine's menu, his late mother's meatloaf, has become the most celebrated plate in America. Critics weep at their tables. Strangers wait years for a seat. The world calls it love on a plate.
Antoine calls it a secret.
But secrets have a scent. His wife, Marcela, has spent fifteen years noticing small things. A soft-spoken detective is visiting every chef in the city. And a pale stranger has just walked in off the Strip, asking for a job and asking to learn the recipe.
In the desert, every gift has a price. And the desert always gets paid.
Le Sang (French for "the blood") is a novella of culinary horror about hunger, ambition, and the secrets we serve to others. It's for readers who like their thrillers dark, their horror slow-burning, and their dinner rare.