As a bad moon rises, trouble's on the way . . . Everything was all right until that photograph showed up in my mailbox. No, that isn't true. Nothing has been all right since my sister vanished into thin air. The sign outside my office reads, Anne Lockhart-Private Investigator, but most of my time is spent trying to find Katie. The photo leads me to Rising Moon, a New Orleans jazz club where my sister was last seen. The...