How New York City built its own CIA.

Bernie Kerik and Jack Abramoff on “Club Fed.”

Nine innings with Mr. Baseball.

A young woman with a rare condition navigates El Paso.

A flamboyant player, a charismatic coach, and a sex predator.

Juries trust DNA. But should they?

How one man terrorized a small Illinois town.

Five murders. Two confessions. A mysterious envelope.

Inside a multimillion dollar scandal.

Malls were supposed to die. Instead they’re just being reimagined (again).

How to run a fashion empire.

“It’s like I’m risking my life for a dollar.”

Scare stories on “left-wing illiberalism” display a familiar pattern.

A trip to the South African Million Dollar Pigeon Race.

On the appearance of an angel.

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Just a few years ago, universities had a chance to make a quality education affordable for everyone. Here’s the little-known and absolutely infuriating history of what they did instead.

How detectives from Scotland Yard, Romania, Germany, and Italy nabbed the so-called Mission: Impossible gang, which pulled off a string of daring warehouse heists.

The once-utopian accommodations site, now headed by an alum of surveillance-analytics firm Palantir, has gone back on its always-free ethos.

Daisy Coleman, new to town and a cheerleader, was 14. Matthew Barnett, a 17-year-old football player and the grandson of a longtime politician, was 17. The evidence pointed overwhelmingly toward rape. There was even a video. Yet the charges were dropped. Then the people of Maryville, Missouri, set about running the Colemans out of town.

Who simultaneously did business with the U.S. government, the besieged Syrian regime, and the Libyan rebels last month? The group of 16 trading houses that collectively are “worth over a trillion dollars in annual revenue and control more than half the world’s freely traded commodities.”

“For hours, days, I fixated on the patch of sunlight cast against my wall through those barred and grated windows. When, after five weeks, my knees buckled and I fell to the ground utterly broken, sobbing and rocking to the beat of my heart, it was the patch of sunlight that brought me back.”

On the origins of Michael Jordan.

This interview with Kurt Vonnegut was originally a composite of four interviews done with the author over the past decade. The composite has gone through an extensive working over by the subject himself, who looks upon his own spoken words on the page with considerable misgivings . . . indeed, what follows can be considered an interview conducted with himself, by himself.

Patients say the “Rock Doc” helped them like no one else could. Federal prosecutors say his “help” often amounted to dealing drugs for sex.