A Ruined Birthday Party
My latest case involved a ruined birthday party, an obsessed divorced father, and a supposedly air-tight alibi. The client came to me early in the morning, just minutes before Danny's Boulevard of Books &...
Scammer's Soliloquy
Not bothering to lock the office door behind me, I tiredly limped up the stairs to the apartment. If a burglar with half the mind of Joey Hawkins--my recent subject of investigation as of late--decided to...
What You Don't See Coming
Why did Crossroads City have a good dosage of crazies? I asked myself that each time a less-than-stable denizen stumbled into the coffee shop,...
Timelines and Where-Realms 3
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The Gift of Prometheus
Atlas had generously given the detectives and flint cabins to rest and refresh until they reach enclave point tomorrow.
Blue Moon [Cover + First Chapter]
detective dunn shouted. "you're going to regret declining my help, detective.
Colby Jack's Dark Night
Jack colby is a mouse detective in search of the great velvita mosser bank thief. a hot mouse babe arrives to show him some evidence and a good time too. if you guys want me to continue this please let me know.
Cold Blood
Pulling some strings and some natural talent on his part he had made detective in record time.
Chapter II: The Halo Trident System
The detective said as he walked in, causing dwight to realize a way to find his friends. "detective, scan the whole base for shadow energy, find some sort of closed an or abandoned area."
One (Memories)
Blake Cristian ducked under the yellow tape that was stretched across the front door to a large, lush house. He found himself in the foyer, a long, plush red carpet underfoot covered most of the area. A few small tables carrying a plant, a key bowl and...
Dog City: The Chief and the Chef
The detective returned with a plate of sloppy joes. the meaty scent, along with the beefy mutt, set my tail thumping against the cushions, tongue hanging out in a classic pavlovian response. "some doggy's excited."
Special Situations, Part 1: The Special Situations Unit
I leaned back in the swivel chair, trying to kick my legs up onto the desk and softly swearing as my tail got tangled up between the seat and the chair back. Fuckin' thing. One damn bite from a were... what? Wolf? Fox? I have no idea. Hell, maybe it...