WINNER OF THE PHILIP K. DICK AWARD A mysterious murder in a dystopian future leads a novice investigator to question what she’s learned about the foundation of her population-controlled society Decades after economic and environmental collapse destroys much of civilization in the United States, the Coast Road region isn’t just surviving but thriving by some accounts, building something new on the ruins of what came before. A culture of population control has developed in which people, organized into households, must earn the children they bear by proving they can take care of them and are awarded symbolic banners to demonstrate this privilege. In the meantime, birth control is mandatory. Enid of Haven is an Investigator, called on to mediate disputes and examine transgressions against the community. She’s young for the job and hasn't yet handled a serious case. Now, though, a suspicious death requires her attention. The victim was an outcast, but might someone have taken dislike a step further and murdered him? In a world defined by the disasters that happened a century before, the past is always present. But this investigation may reveal the cracks in Enid’s world and make her question what she really stands for. "[A]n intimate post-apocalyptic mystery . . . a deft portrait of a society departed so completely from the complexities of the now-destroyed civilization . . . that survivors don’t even understand what it is they’ve lost . . . [A] well-crafted and heartfelt effort." - Kirkus Reviews "Amazing and compelling, Vaughn brings her deft characterization and humanity to bear on a post-apocalyptic world that is all too real." - Tobias S. Buckell, bestselling author of Arctic Rising Carrie Vaughn's work includes the Philip K. Dick Award winning novel Bannerless , the New York Times Bestselling Kitty Norville urban fantasy series, over twenty novels and upwards of 100 short stories, two of which have been finalists for the Hugo Award. An Air Force brat, she survived her nomadic childhood and managed to put down roots in Boulder, Colorado. Visit her at www.carrievaughn.com .   CHAPTER ONE'HAVEN   A Suspicious Death   Enid came downstairs into a kitchen bright with morning sun blazing through the one window and full of the greasy smell of cooked sausage. Olive already had breakfast?'?sausage, toast, cream'set out on the table. In her dress and apron, her dark hair pulled back with a scrap of cloth, she was already at work?'but shouldn't have been, in Enid's opinion.     'How are you feeling?' Enid asked, hoping to keep worry out of her voice.     'I wish people would stop asking me that," Olive said, not looking up from the batch of dough that she was kneading, folding and punching it into the counter as if she could make it disappear.     Three other batches of dough sat rising in nearby bowls. Serenity household didn't need that much bread. Olive would probably trade it around the rest of Haven town.     Enid couldn't help herself. "How long you been up?"     Olive's smile was strained. "Up before Berol this morning.' Berol worked the early shift at the goat farm outside town. He was usually the first one up.     'You sure you shouldn't be resting? You don't have to work so hard."     'I want to be useful. I have to be useful."     You are, Enid thought. Maybe part of Olive resting was just leaving her alone to mourn the miscarriage and recover in her own way. Which maybe meant making too much bread.     'tea?' Olive asked as Enid sat and took up a knife to smear cream on a slice of toast.     'sure."     Olive smiled broadly; such a little thing could please her. She bustled between the stove and counter to get the pot ready?'?of course, she already had water heated. When the tea was poured, Enid wrapped her hands around the earthenware mug to soak in the warmth, breathing in the steam, and tried not to nag too much.     They made small talk about the weather and the town, the late summer market coming up and which of the outlying households might travel in, which of their far-off friends might visit. Usual gossip about who was sleeping with whom and whether the grain harvest was going to be over or under quota, and if it was over, would the committee let a couple of fields go fallow next year, though some would grumble that with a surplus the town could support a couple more mouths, hand out a couple more banners. Folk always wanted more banners.     After breakfast Enid helped clean up but only got as far as wiping down the table. Olive had already taken the plate and cup from her hands to put in the washbasin.     'What're you up to today, then?' Olive asked.     'I'm off to see if the clinic needs any help. Work's been slow lately."     'It's good that work's slow, yeah?"     When Enid had work, it meant something had gone wrong. "It is."     She put a vest over her tunic, took her straw hat from its hook by the door, and went outside. Didn't get much farther than that a