"Shooting for Harvard," by Jeff Soloway, in Ellery Queen's Mystery Magazine, March/April 2026.
This is Soloway's second appearance in this column.
It is not unusual for private eye stories to contain social commentary, going back at least to Dashiell Hammett's Red Harvest, with its examination of a corrupt mining town.
This is a story about people who have moved to Iowa. The narrator, nameless as far as I can tell, was a cop but after he got 20 years he retired and followed his ex-wife to her home state to be close to his teenage daughter, Sam.
He is hired by the Crovens (a great name), a family who moved to Iowa for a different reason: they want their son Stanley to get into Harvard and since that university wants students from every state, Iowa is a better bet than more populated states with more competitive high schools.
Unfortunately someone shot at Stanley and, perhaps accidentally, injured his hand. The Crovens suspect Billy Haidt, whose family moved to the same Iowa town for the same reason. These rival families are not charming people. Here is Billy's mother meeting our hero:
"You innocent. You child. You cop. The game, my friend, is geographic diversity. Make me some coffee."
The search for truth leads in surprising directions and ends with the best last sentence I've read in quite a while.





