“The Fire Club” by Nathan Ward
It was at the town library that I heard about Officer Harrington’s quick thinking on the front steps of the MacCann house . . .
Tag: Mondays Are Murder
“The Silver City by the Golden Sands” by Jennifer Swain
There was a young couple eating on the floor of a dead shipmaster. . .
“The Hong Kong Deal” by June Lorraine Roberts
I braced myself on the backseat as my red taxi careened around the corner. . .
“Roppongi Noir” by Barry Bergmann
It was a typical August night in Tokyo when each breath felt like you were sucking cotton into your lungs. . .
“Hide Out” by Jeremy Ford
At eleven o’clock on a Wednesday night, a man and a woman checked into cabin number 17 at Venice Marina under the false names of David and Connie Monroe. . .
“An Afternoon in Lake Park” by Chris Chan
Old Mr. Willman’s head twitched, and with some difficulty he pointed an arthritic finger at the gigantic oak tree with the peeling bark. . .
“The Message” by Brenda McCray
They found Clarette on her porch that morning, a wax figure in her robe, barefoot and clutching a nearly spent half-pint of brandy. . .
“Off Brattle” by Roland Sharrillo
The orange line. Change to the red line. They’re there. Sitting, standing, giving me the quick, disdain laced glances reserved for work booted laborers with tormented hands. . .