Tag Archives: Detective stories

Long in the tooth

“Hey Reynolds, you’ve won the investigator lottery again!” said Slater as he slapped a file down on my desk. My eyes traced a line from my cluttered desk to his pear shaped body and followed the egg stains on his … Continue reading

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Duck Duck Moose

View image | gettyimages.com Eva didn’t love Peter, but she did love the money and that big old house his auntie was supposed to have left him. Only, what if Peter’s auntie hadn’t left him everything?  Only one person knew … Continue reading

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Desperate measures

View image | gettyimages.com I awoke to find myself lying on hard stone, a cold stream of water tracing the profile of my face while the rain pounded my skin from above.  I’d have shivered within my sodden clothes, but … Continue reading

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On the edge

View image | gettyimages.com My ears were still ringing as burning gunpowder filled my nostrils at the speed of smell, and as the wisps of smoke from the gun barrel spiralled and floated away. Funny thing about guns; you pull … Continue reading

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Patience is a sin

I checked my gun for ammunition, left Kowalski and the dead mook and made my way through the club’s kitchen, walking slowly through the next corridor so that I could hear if anybody was coming. The only sound other than … Continue reading

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Kindergarten spies

We decided to hit Clancy’s just after closing time, sneak in the back while they were taking out the garbage. I knew Eva would still be there, and if she was there then Peter would be there too. So there … Continue reading

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Kowalski

“Ms Abrams will take care of your fees, just drop by her desk on your way out” said Meyer as he stood up from behind his desk and strolled to the glass wall of a window looking out over the … Continue reading

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