Cain Coney, Case One, Chapter Three: Bolt Holes
I'm tramping through the jungle. Gunfire sounds in my sensitive ears. It's a ways off, but still too close. If I'm nervous, it's nothing compared to the new recruits. Private Walsh, who joined my squad two weeks ago. He's eighteen. This is his first...
Cain Coney, Case One, Chapter Two: Classifieds
Moving quickly now, I bounded back out to the street and went into the alleyway the basement window led out to. I scoured the concrete under my feet. Nothing. Investigated the metal grate around the Darrow house. Nothing. The brick wall of the building...
Cain Coney: Case 1, Chapter 1: A Lucky Break
It was a night in late April. Warm enough, I guess, but I wore my coat out, anyway. I always did. Sometimes a suit jacket just wasn't enough to carry all the necessities of life: in my case, a keyring, a wallet, a watch, a pack of smokes, a lighter...
Cain Coney, Case One, Chapter Four: Rossini Horns In
Less than an hour later, I was standing at Central Park West and Eighty-seventh. There was Darrow's house. Then the alley. On the other side was a smaller place, definitely nice, but from the look of it still relatively affordable. More importantly,...