Cry Me a Murder (part nine): The other side of Zero
What had happened to all my ambitions of becoming a private detective?_ i could never put a lid on my demon half, or stop the voices in my head. but i had already come this far, without shifting. or rather, without shifting knowingly.
Cry Me a Murder (part eight): Mother Knows Beast
Some detective i had turned out to be. here i was, asking around and trying to ferret out the identity of the killer, while the solution had been in plain sight all along. there never was one murderer: everyone had been working together.
Cry Me a Murder (part seven): Only a Scream Away.
Hotel Kisanti was without electricity. The lights were out, the whooshing of the ceiling fans slowed and rattled like the exhale of a dying man. The industrial freezers thawed, endangering the shelf-lives of a thousand dollars' worth of ice cream. The...
Cry Me a Murder (part six): I Won't be Calling Home, mother - I'm Dead.
"Dude, I'm in trouble." I hesitated contacting inspector Quinn, because I knew he would blow a fuse if I told him about Archie Phelps, and in particular about my involvement in his demise by demon. So I postponed the call until ten thirty, when I knew...
Cry Me a Murder (part five): Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Demon
The circumstances leading to the death of Jack Tell was the subject of excited conversation and idle speculation around the breakfast buffet. I soon got the impression, he was not well-liked among the other hotel guests and staff. Slater described him...
Cry Me a Murder (Part four) : A Strange Crunching Underfoot
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. Going by the impromptu stage name of Sunny Dan and the Rayman, we played a bunch of jazz standards right out of _the Real...
Cry Me a Murder (Part three) The Sun, the Sea and the Silent Scream
"I'm putting you into room 110," said Fernando. "It comes with a wonderful view over the rye fields." The manager was a tall, slender man in his late fifties. His hair was almost silvery gray but with no sign of baldness setting in. Thirty years...
Fallen Angels, Part ten - Epilogue
Fallen Angels Epilogue The moment Crane fell to the floor, the door lock clicked open, and Quinn and I dashed headlong into the corridor without looking back. "They're trashing the lab," panted Quinn. "They won't stop raging until the ARF wears...
Fallen Angels, Part Eight - Kisses From a Demon
Chapter Seven Kisses From a Demon Like a rare bubble of clean air can rise to the surface of a festering mire, a wave of clarity washed over my mind, if only for a second. _Please,_ I begged some uncaring god, _don't let me do this. I don't wish to...
Fallen Angels, Part seven - See Daniel Run. See Daniel Kill
Chapter Six Desmond Crane was an impressive looking man in his late forties. His hair was gray around the temples, same color as his eyes. He wore expensive shoes and a cheap shirt two sizes too small. _He lives alone_, I realized. _Same as...
Fallen Angels, Part six - Murder in Mind
Chapter Five Murder in Mind The tiny traveling _Circus Mascot_ was part circus and part freakshow, all mixed up. The performers traveled across the country to entertain towns large and small, with their acrobatic acts, freaks of nature and...
Fallen Angels, Part five - Night is the time for Killing
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. Only, I don't have hard...