Explanations
She glanced at her watch and frowned before looking up and staring out the glass of the driver’s side window
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Maurice (10 & 11)
Their only hope is for some supernatural force to come along and save them
Maurice (9)
The only way she is going to get out of this trouble is to rely on her fast reflexes
Maurice (8)
Randall is sent out to dig up some information about Wilbur and Vince and who they may have become acquainted with…
Maurice (6 & 7)
The time has come to hunt for Tammy's killer. To hunt both in the world of the living and the dead
Maurice (5)
Maurice, the smiling Buddha-like attorney who speaks to the dead, wins in the courtroom and has his client released…
Maurice (3+4)
Maurice, the Buddha-like eccentric lawyer who specializes in representing ghosts, is in the middle of a…
Maurice (2)
The next morning, when the sartorial splendor of Maurice stepped off the elevator on the sixth floor of the…
Maurice (1)
With a flick of the thumb he opened the old Zippo lighter and thumbed it into life
A Dish Served Cold (12+13)
Kirkland Barrows was apoplectic. Enraged. Filled with a mindless fury he no longer wished to contain. As the two…
A Dish Served Cold (10+11)
Behind the wheel of the cab he was driving. Driving through the rain in heavy traffic. Seeing the constant flash…
A Dish Served Cold (8+9)
Hooch’s was doing well tonight. Paying customers filled the smoke-filled bar in a tight mass of relaxed…
A Dish Served Cold (6+7)
Sitting in the darkness of the cab he sat behind a long line of cabs in front of the airport terminal and waited.…
A Dish Served Cold (4+5)
Kirkland Barrows glared at the two men standing a few paces away from him. Both of them were smartly dressed in…
A Dish Served Cold (2+3)
Heavy rain hammered the cement with a dull, relentless assault on the senses. Sheets of rain waved and oscillated…
Payment in Full
The ten million was payment. Payment in full for slipping classified documents out of Washington and into the…
A Dish Served Cold (1)
A cold rain falling from a colorless gray sky. A frigid slap, like that of a scorned woman, across the face of…
Competent Hands
“Listen, that sonofabitch killed my father. So I want you to kill him.”
“You think Ellery killed your…
There Are No Heroes
She sat across from him in the booth. Sat holding the cup of coffee in front of her with bent and twisted fingers…
There is No Johnny–Just Call Me Smitty
There is no Johnny, Darlene. Not any more. From now on just call me Smitty. But Darlene, a word of warning. Run…
Kneel
"Kneel and look at the floor."
In the shadows of the apartment behind her the voice was only a…
The Clean Up
The Ford Escape flashed through a red traffic light, slipped around a small woman driving a small Nissan Sentra and…
Proof
“. . . Look, I’m telling you exactly what I think. Your boy is guilty. Guilty as sin and he’s going to the…
In About Fifty Years
Dark eyes surveyed the room, a deadly little smile spilling out of his lips in the process. He found himself…
Roland of the High Crags (6)
Beware of Evil in all its disguises.
For it does not always come with a sword in hand
And wearing the dragon’s…
The Curious Mr. Klaus
The holidays. The constant blare of Christmas carols. The hordes of people moving like gigantic herds of cattle…
Roland of the High Crags (5)
One act of mercy lifts from the heart three acts of regret, child.
If you believe.
If you strive to live the…
Roland of the High Crags (4)
If Evil has no pity and shows no mercy,
Then you, the believer,
should be magnanimous as well as merciful.
If…
Roland of the High Crags (3)
The True Wizard must enter this terrible Realm called The Netherworld. He must confront his fears; his many lives…
Roland Of The High Crags (2): Evil Arises
Innocence may mask the face of Evil. Only the True Heart Will be able to love the one and resist the other.
-From…
Roland of the High Crags (1): Evil Arises
The devout know the terrible truth. Evil cannot be destroyed. The death of a city is a grim spectacle to…
Rain
Rain. Torrential rain. A warm rain. Almost hot to the touch. A rain like only a subtropical county like Belize…
Beano
Not good - Not good at all.
Actually, it was a hell of a mess. A mess he’d have to do some fast explaining to the…
In Your Old Blue Eyes
In your old blue eyes
I am still the smiling boy
with mischief dimples–
We hold hands and watch years pass…
Flowers Bloom
Flowers Bloom
Flowers bloom in a
riot of outrageous colors-
hot the summer’s breeze.
Life moves with a…
A Day Off
A day off. Yeah, right. Like a cop deserves one. So it was a Sunday. An early Sunday morning. Not a breath of…
Ffolkes’ Accused
There they stood. Six of them. The Scrooge of the High Seas. The terrors of the Caribbean! Six of them–bold men…
Midnight Rambler
The night began with the Rolling Stones: Midnight Rambler...
I’m talking about the midnight rambler/An everybody…
Tell’Em Smitty Said So
The park was filled with the riotous joy of Fall’s bright colors. The morning sun, bright and clear, seemed to…
Call me Smitty
The car slid to a stop on the carpet of heavy gravel just outside the old railroad tracks five miles outside of…
Jimmy’s Dead
In the back of the dimly lit pool hall, the jukebox was playing loudly. Very loudly. Playing to an empty space. …
Dirt
A complete Turner Hahn/Frank Morales short story. These two detectives are featured in my book, Murderous…
Rowina’s Lover
The moon, its bottom rim just touching the dark silhouette of a barren hill, was a gigantic unblinking yellow and…