Crime Fiction by Robb White I was almost grateful when Bart Massey flung open the door and stomped in, spraying droplets in all directions, cursing the wet weather. “He show up yet?” Bart never read an epic, not even a graphic novel version of one, but he starts every conversation in medias res. “The guy,Continue reading “A Serenade For Rats”
Category Archives: Detective
Independence
Flash Fiction by Ron Riekki “So?” “So?” “What’re your thoughts?” “Well, nothing makes sense.” “It all makes sense.” “I beg to differ.” “It’s love.” “You’re looking at a guy chopped up into pieces and you think of love?” “He’s not chopped into pieces. He’s in one piece.” “That’s a finger over there.” “OK, two pieces.”Continue reading “Independence”
What A Buck Will Get You
Flash Fiction by J. David Harper Marie Haddon was sprawled on the floor of the dollar cinema lobby like it was a spa for rich dead people. Dried blood was pooled out for five feet around her head, and Detective Mills walked around it to get a three-sixty of the body. A couple of uniformsContinue reading “What A Buck Will Get You”
The Bayshire Butcher
Crime Fiction by Mick Rose Far from Marvelous mid-June Midnight fell on Puddingstoneshire, England. The dank fog wall that straddled the coast for hours now swept across the bay, swallowing the docks before blanketing the shire. Padded Skullcandy headphones cupping her teenaged-ears, a second bump of Molly bouncing through her happy brain, oblivious Becky BonnerContinue reading “The Bayshire Butcher”
Give No Quarter
Crime Fiction by Jo Ayker Kelly and I caught the missing person case on Monday night and spent the next two days investigating. Then we went to visit Helen Thompson in her suburban home. Helen had dinner with her husband Michael on Sunday evening. She got up and went to work the next morning withoutContinue reading “Give No Quarter”
Pieces Of The Heart
Crime Fiction by Christine McDevitt It has been three months since Edwin Charles Lexington III’s wife had died. Edwin (Ed) had always hated his name. His grandparents immigrated from England in the 1800’s and had wanted to keep some of their heritage, so they had continued the name. The first Edwin Charles Lexington, had beenContinue reading “Pieces Of The Heart”
Holding The Bag
Crime Fiction by J. David Harper My money was on the fat guy in the tracksuit, but the brunette with the diamond stud earrings and the Louis Vuitton bag swore he didn’t show up until after the shooting. Besides, she said, she saw the whole thing and the shots came from the other direction, soContinue reading “Holding The Bag”
Heaps
Crime Fiction by Robert Wofford “I ain’t sure about this, Sheriff,” Deputy Barker said. “You gonna just knock that door down?” “You got a problem with it?” Sheriff Lowe said. “It’s a fuckin’ trailer at Starlight Trailer Park. A fuckin’ heap of shit in the middle of nowhere. Even God’s forgot about Starlight Trailer Park.Continue reading “Heaps”
Bedford Drive
Crime Fiction 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 GuyContinue reading “Bedford Drive”
An Angel With Rented Hair
Crime Fiction by Frank Sonderborg It was mid-afternoon, so I thought I had the bar to myself. The Sang Real Bar had a reputation, and form. I could still see the bullet holes from a recent gangland execution. The thick sticky blood had seeped deep into the carpet fibers, and no amount of pink vanishContinue reading “An Angel With Rented Hair”