Horror Crime Fiction by J.R. Blanes Detroit Police Department 9th District11187 Gratiot AvenueDetroit, MI. 48213 Complaint No. 13-3316-666 File Number: 4 Interview of: David WheelerReporting Officers: Det. Bradford Howe Special Agent Leslie Milton Interrogation room. Suspect David Wheeler, 24 years old, sits at the table, dressed in white t-shirt and gray sweatpants stained inContinue reading “On the Evening of Saturday, March 19”
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Today, There Will Be No Charges
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”
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”
Just Like Mishima
Crime Fiction by Steven McFann He stares at the options I laid on the kitchen table. They glisten against the flickering kitchen light he hasn’t bothered to fix. I tell him to choose the one that cuts the quickest. He thinks I’m kidding. I make it clear that I’m not. Because he crossed a lineContinue reading “Just Like Mishima”
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”
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”
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”
Where’s My Car
Crime Fiction by Andrew Ricchiuti I don’t know whether I heard the noise or felt the vibrations first. I was in bed. My bedroom is above the garage. The noise sounded like my garage door opened. “Your garage door is opening,” the smart device announced. “An unauthorized opening.” A little late but better thanContinue reading “Where’s My Car”