Cry Me a Murder (part five): Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Demon
That part of me knew that killing a human was wrong. then i realized to my horror, - i had enjoyed the chase and the kill, far too much to stop.
Cry Me a Murder (Part four) : A Strange Crunching Underfoot
#4 of cry me a murder that night i played in the hotel bar. i played the guitar and a local musician by the name of raymundo joined me on the keys.
Cry Me a Murder (Part three) The Sun, the Sea and the Silent Scream
Right now, he was comfortable back in oakfort, downing espressos and telling street gangs not to kill each other a fifty dollar rock.
Fallen Angels, Part ten - Epilogue
It's a only a short read, but the thrilling adventures of daniel kent and inspector quinn continue in a little something i like to call: "cry me a murder". so stay tuned.
Fallen Angels, Part Eight - Kisses From a Demon
But now i faced a threat, much more personal: _i needed to protect them from my own, human self._ obligation to duty struggled to overpower my urge to kill.
Fallen Angels, Part seven - See Daniel Run. See Daniel Kill
"so, for each kill?" "- with each kill, the brain gets an instant reward boost. every kill is like winning the jackpot. every neck you snap is pure empowerment. every headshot is an orgasm.
Fallen Angels, Part six - Murder in Mind
"they killed him, daniel! gill killed him. just like he killed carlo and the other homeless people before him." that same night, irene let herself into gill's office. she placed the flask of bourbon on his desk to prime him. "i'm a gitano," irene said.
Fallen Angels, Part five - Night is the time for Killing
#5 of fallen angels 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.
Fallen Angels, Part Four - Can you Pet a Phantom Cat?
Chapter Three Can You Pet a Phantom Cat? The bottle of Bourbon was missing from Dr. Gill's office. When I arrived at the hospital, Quinn was staring intensely at the blank spot on the desk, as if he tried to make the bottle reappear by will...
Fallen Angels, Part two - Falling From Grace
I'd given up on medication since i investigated the murder of a games designer named kendall duran [\*]. for the past seven years i'd been through every prescription drug in the book to mute the voices in my head.
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...
Murder at the Speed of Life. (Part 4) The Wolf who Cried Boy.
"i have eight hours and forty to stop a murder from happening, and your_goldschl__äger_is killing my time." "daniel, i know you have mixed feelings towards the mi-16, but right now you're the only one i can trust."