By William D. Higgs III Some people called me a “private detective,” but I thought of myself as a fixer. People came to me with problems, and I fixed them. Someone thought their husband was screwing around, so I’d follow the bastard, take a few pictures of him going into a seedy motel, and getContinue reading “A Fast Weekend”
Monthly Archives: April 2022
True Crime: In Loving Memory of Sherry Lewis
By Dennette Bender (Russell), Edited by Andy Betz It was not a typical Friday in 1994. It was the first day of the annual Decatur Celebration, a day many in central Illinois looked forward to. It was the marking of another great midwestern summer. Local corn harvesting, farming, and vacations were coming to an end.Continue reading “True Crime: In Loving Memory of Sherry Lewis”
The Keeper
By Maryanne Knight Trent Hollis accelerated, the highway curving out of the mountains into Peru’s Pampa de San José, home to the ancient Nazca geoglyphs. His fiancé, Paige Osborne, had one hand on the dashboard, the other gripping the seat. Their meeting with the Peruvian Ministry of Culture had not gone well. The ministry lovedContinue reading “The Keeper”
Tool #1
Superhero Fiction by VT Comics and Chris Bunton (Find Tool #2 HERE) Drowning. He awoke drowning. Underwater in the middle of a dark frigid sea with no clue which way was up or where to find air. Drowning was not the right word, because he was very tough, and difficult to kill. But, he certainlyContinue reading “Tool #1”
Bedford Drive
By Charles Jacobson Los Angeles: Friday, April 4, 1958. 8:06 pm. Detective Ken Stricker left his ailing mother at the Valley Hospital, put on a coat and slid into his black ’56 Packard. Vice had been quiet. He caught a 273 and 314 on the scanner, switched it off and dialed in Guy Lombardo. VeeringContinue reading “Bedford Drive”
I’m Tired of Murder
By David Larson Chapter one “Damn, I’m getting tired of murder.” “Did you say something, Clarence? Do you want another cup of coffee” Your breakfast should be out next.” “I’m sorry Helen, I was talking to myself. I read this editorial in the paper where the writer thinks all the deaths in the last monthContinue reading “I’m Tired of Murder”
Milk for Kenny
By Kevin Decky I. “Hey hon, do we have any milk for Kenny?” Geoffrey called over his shoulder with the screen door open so that half of Kenny could see into the Keenan’s house. “What?” “Milk. Milk for Kenny. Kenny’s at the door!” “For God’s sake, it’s third time this week.” “Really?” “Yeah, he wasContinue reading “Milk for Kenny”