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Advent in the Graveyard by Derek McMillan

Advent in the Graveyard by Derek McMillan “What are we doing here?” asked Micah, “It doesn’t look like a crime scene, although there are bodies all over the place.” “We are interested in one...

Coach by Sharon Frame Gay

Coach by Sharon Frame Gay Journal of Lindsey Stone, 1985 “My name is Lindsey Stone. I’m writing in the darkness under the blanket with a fading flashlight. Whoever finds this will know who killed...

The Last Delivery by Alexander Schuhr

The Last Delivery by Alexander Schuhr The cruel equatorial sun hit the corrugated iron roofs in the matitis of Libreville (Gabon), turning the huts into suffocating tombs. Hidden in a valley, away from the...

A-hab by Edd B. Jennings

A-hab by Edd B. Jennings The path to my fixed purpose is laid with iron rails whereon my soul is grooved to run.—Moby Dick (chapter 37) Damn, she was hot, which was why I...

A Body in the Bay by N. T. Franklin

A Body in the Bay by N. T. Franklin The body floated into Razor Bay, but nobody noticed. It was early evening Sunday and the New England Patriots were playing the late game. The...

The Sniper by NT Franklin

The Sniper by NT Franklin A gang violently assaulted Andrea when she was 10; Rosa had to get her niece out of Lynn, Massachusetts to heal. Rosa had been caring for her twin sister...

Where is David Addison by Leroy B. Vaughn

Where is David Addison by Leroy B. Vaughn I’ve been a skip tracer since the early nineties and have worked more cases than I can remember, but this case was the strangest one for...

Diogenes by Frederick Foote

Diogenes by Frederick Foote The heavy, humid days of Omaha are taking their toll on me. I have lost my sea legs for high humidity and seething heat. A police car rockets by me...

Rosie’s Day by Bradley Sides

Rosie’s Day by Bradley Sides Every morning, I awaken early to watch her bake. Her frame lies flat, as she rises and expands. I am on another spectrum, though, as I stand; I bend...