Crime Fiction by Galen Pickett Keeping an eye on Mr. Curtis was not a problem at all. Every lane change was signaled. The nondescript sedan seemed in good repair. The occasional flicker of the brake lights gave the detectives plenty of warning that Curtis was slowing down, and the running lights called just the rightContinue reading “Today, There Will Be No Charges”
Category Archives: Detective
Principally Dead
Crime Fiction by Margaret Karmazin Maple Hill Elementary school was closed for the weekend for which Principal Jerry Harper had expressed his gratitude to the school secretary, Michelle Derry. “Rough week,” Michelle had agreed on her way out. Their most difficult mother, Mrs. Price, had lodged a complaint that her daughter’s fourth grade teacher hadContinue reading “Principally Dead”
All In A Night’s Work
Crime Fiction by Timothy Tarkelly I woke up to my door latch being worked over. By the time I could register the noise and climb off of the couch, the two men were in my living room, each holding a pistol in my face. I slowly reached for the lamp and neither of them moved.Continue reading “All In A Night’s Work”
Real Walmarts of Hillbilly County
Crime Fiction by Mick Rose December 27th spawned three more fucking Walmart murders. No surprise to anyone who sheepishly lives or works in rust-riddled Hillbilly County. As portrayed on Google Maps? The sprawling county boasts it hosts a dozen Walmart stores. But as you might’ve guessed? Hillbilly County ain’t got nothin’ else for folks toContinue reading “Real Walmarts of Hillbilly County”
TRANSFERENCE
Crime Fiction by Frank Sonderborg We were parked in St. Georges Hill. A millionaires gated residence in Weybridge. Around eight miles from London. John Lennon had lived here and took driving lessons around the local streets. So, very upmarket and a good place to run a scam. We were going to hit the house andContinue reading “TRANSFERENCE”
The Closest Thing To Being God
Flash Fiction by Conor O’Brian Barnes “The misery of life is the greatest consolation for death,” the shooter said. “It would be bad to die if it were good to be alive, but since it’s bad to be alive, it’s good to die.” “If that’s how you feel about this shit-show of a world,” DetectiveContinue reading “The Closest Thing To Being God”
Interrogation Of A Suspicious Citizen
Flash Fiction by Bill Kitcher I was standing around, as usual, doing nothing, but this time in front of my house, when a cop car pulled into the driveway. Two cops got out of the car. They appeared to me to be as large as elephants, one even bigger than the other, with the sameContinue reading “Interrogation Of A Suspicious Citizen”
La Femme Bleu
Crime Fiction by Lissa Muir Abigail was, if you took her apart piece by piece—he didn’t, but he could have—altogether average. Five foot three or five depending on her shoes, straight brown hair, tawny skin, hazel eyes, a light dusting of freckles across her nose if she didn’t feel like wearing makeup. The cliché aboutContinue reading “La Femme Bleu”
Griff Lingo P.I.
Crime Fiction by Frank Sonderborg Basingstoke UK in winter is no Miami Beach. It’s wet, cold and getting the shit kicked out of you by heavies is no small matter. Harry H was holding me up while Mickey P was doing the damage. Basically, beating the crap out of me. And then they were gone,Continue reading “Griff Lingo P.I.”
Detective Santana’s Holiday
Detective Fiction By Russell Guenther It was 11:25, Tuesday evening, and Detective Rogelio Santana drove up to his unlit and empty house. By no means a paranoid man like many of his colleagues, he rarely locked his own car when parked under the shelter of the carport. Tonight, however, Santana had driven the county carContinue reading “Detective Santana’s Holiday”