Fallen Angels, Part ten - Epilogue
Fallen Angels Epilogue The moment Crane fell to the floor, the door lock clicked open, and Quinn and I dashed headlong into the corridor without looking back. "They're trashing the lab," panted Quinn. "They won't stop raging until the ARF wears...
Havana or Hell, part three
V "Tell me, Mr Kent Do you hear voices right now?" I nodded. "They are hiding in the traffic noise." "Can you describe them to me?" "Man and woman, both sound young and old at the same time." The psychiatrist and I were in a small office in the...
Havana or Hell, part six
XI Kendall Duran's company, _EnDurance Games_ was registered to an address in Warrington, fifty miles west of Oakfort. I searched the Internet for the address of anyone named Kendall Duran, and found three by that name. One had a dentistry practice in...
Fallen Angels, Part seven - See Daniel Run. See Daniel Kill
Chapter Six Desmond Crane was an impressive looking man in his late forties. His hair was gray around the temples, same color as his eyes. He wore expensive shoes and a cheap shirt two sizes too small. _He lives alone_, I realized. _Same as...
Fallen Angels, Part five - Night is the time for Killing
Chapter Four Night is the time for Killing Inspector Quinn loves coffee. Cappuchino, espresso, cortado - just give him a decent cup of joe and he'll love it with a passion that makes you suspect him of being secretly French. Only, I don't have hard...
Fallen Angels, Part Eight - Kisses From a Demon
Chapter Seven Kisses From a Demon Like a rare bubble of clean air can rise to the surface of a festering mire, a wave of clarity washed over my mind, if only for a second. _Please,_ I begged some uncaring god, _don't let me do this. I don't wish to...
Cry Me a Murder (Part Two) : The Shoe that Fits
I stomped towards the exit of the Oakfort police station with a plane ticket to Mexico in my pocket and the taste of sour bile in my mouth. "Damn you, Quinn" I cursed. I had a feeling the inspector had somehow manipulated me into going on this...
Havana or Hell, part seven
XIII "So," said Burris. "How are you progressing?" "The wand?" "Indeed, the wand symbolizes magic and transformation; maybe it will even lead to the cure for your condition." "I already found it." I said bluntly and put the drinking flask on the...
Havana or Hell, Part 8 (Final part)
XV Bruckner and Burris stared at me in silent horror, as my hands transformed into clawed monstrosities, my teeth extended into fangs and the entire length of my body sprouted a thick coat of brown fur. I gorged myself on the freely flowing energy...
Leyak! (*Short Story*) Part 2 of 2
"Love or art?" Dubois was exceptionally merry on that day. He reveled in some newfound inspiration, and had been sculpturing all morning with a fervor I had not seen before. "If you could have but one, which would you abandon?" The question caught...
Leyak! (*Short story*) Part 1 of 2
**Leyak** Ambrose Poussin was a heavyset man in his mid-fifties. He wore a dark suit that contrasted his thinning gray hair, and carried a faint smell of mothballs. He was also chief editor of the newly launched _Paris Soir._ We were both...
Havana or Hell, part five
IX Katryn scratched the bridge of her nose, and placed a second engineer token on the R&D section of her map. "Your move!" she said. If my sister had assigned her researchers to develop a small project, such as a weapons upgrade, it wouldn't take...