Beth pointed at the browser window. “I don’t know how he got there.” She shook her head, teeth mangling her bottom lip. She wasn’t sure what she wanted Dave to do about it but it felt good to tell someone,… Continue Reading
Tamas, dark river Bringing the Isis to the London Eye Sailing the skulls of babies out to sea. *** Under the empty stare of the London Eye, in the shadow of Westminster Bridge, two men in Savile Row suits were… Continue Reading
Prisoner number 547812 presses his hand against the glass, spreading his fingers wide and as flat as he can make them. His voice is urgent as he speaks into the phone. “Babe, I love ya. I know ah’ve been bad… Continue Reading
Tires crunched driveway stone and a black sedan appeared at the gate. On the porch, Eva Jean Dickens eased back and forth in her rocking chair, waiting; whoever was in the car would come to her soon enough. A pitcher… Continue Reading
“What’s this, the rumble in the ruddy jungle?” Jackson wasn’t amused. “Can’t you two keep your fists out of each other’s gobs for ten minutes?” Ray tried to dislodge my heel. The punch I’d thrown had laid him out like… Continue Reading
Ricky was very careful when he murdered his Aunt Nikki. He rummaged the house to make it look good, and only took her wallet which he dumped over the east-side overpass where “druggies or feebs” were sure to find it.… Continue Reading
No matter where she pressed her face against the floor-to-ceiling window, Paderau Argall could still see the corpse reflected from the carpet behind her. Beyond the window, downtown lay in ruins. Occasionally a building shivered with aftershock, but the worst… Continue Reading
“You are my heart and muscle, Yardi,” Napier would say. “There is no criminal in all of Marseilles who can stand against us.” Indeed, for over 30 years I had helped Napier solve crimes, but I had not his wit… Continue Reading
The bell rang, and Petey stood up, knocking back the stool with his calves. “This is the fifth,” he thought. “Gotta watch for that left.” He flipped his forehead to the left to flick off the sweat, and banged his… Continue Reading
“I had a blow-up earlier. I may be going to jail.” The big, shirtless man who stood in the foyer grinned when he said it. Tammy frowned. “Uncle Les, don’t say that. Why don’t you have a shirt on? Go… Continue Reading