In a box of mixed up secondhand books, something needs to stand out. This one did. Its title, How to Disappear; Vanishment Made Easy, caught my eye at once, mixed in with cheap novels from the Fifties and various “How… Continue Reading
The actual crash — the impact and not the spectacular explosion of sight and sound that follows — is nearly imperceptible. The Volvo soars, the cabin rotates, and my body wants to travel, even as the car, meeting pavement, does… Continue Reading
Todd Benway is out in his backyard, assembling the swing set he and his wife bought for their daughter Lexy’s birthday. Todd’s wife, Angela, is by the patio weeding her rose garden. They exchange a smile and a wave. Lexy,… Continue Reading
Ben Taylor was the sort of man who thought nothing of killing another with an unannounced shot from behind. Further, he knew his reputation as just such a man preceded him. He knew he’d probably meet his fate the same… Continue Reading
From: Assistant Editor, Mystery Mayhem Tales MagazineDate: March 14, 2017 8:12 AMTo: jjmmysterymaster@yahoo.comSubject: Submission of “Egregious Accounting Exploits” Dear JJM: I have just finished reading your manuscript of “Egregious Accounting Exploits,” and I am very concerned about the content of… Continue Reading
I’m half-dressed and half in the bottle when the Federales pound on the door, shouting for my roommate, Angel Rios. You think you know a person, I think to myself, but then I think I don’t really know why they’ve… Continue Reading
A cowhand found Barbara Richmond’s body behind the livery stable. Some butcher took a knife to her belly and chest. I stood outside Doc’s office and wept. Lawman Bill Tilghman asked if he could walk with me. “You okay, Dora?”… Continue Reading
So in addition to my job as helpdesk technician I also do video security for The Company. I’m responsible for monitoring the security cameras, which is a pretty easy job since it’s rare that anything happens in our suite. If… Continue Reading
D.S.S. agent Roy Lombardi looked up from his palm tablet. “Kelly?” “Sir?” “You are to meet with Jemal Yavuz at this address in Kurtulus.” He handed me a paper. “Why me?” “You know Istanbul.” “This meeting might be a trap.”… Continue Reading
I watched Jerry in silent awe, amazed by the quickness of his fingers across the keys. Back straight, elbows relaxed at his sides, he made what he did look effortless. He was the master, though — there was no denying… Continue Reading