A Tangled Ball of Yarn - Ep4
**A Tangled Ball of Yarn - A Dafydd Owen Story - Ep4** I was on the phone to Jase, my technology artist, as I finished off my breakfast in the apartment where Sarah and I were staying. _"Mr Owen, I've got a line on the boyfriend.The Russian...
The Fire Without. (Part 2)
"so, you're like a private detective?" "something like that, yes." "i thought you guys wore raincoats and fedoras." i sighed. "not when i'm working undercover." the caretaker shrugged and finally gave me the key. "shit!
PI Isaac Case #1 chapter 6
I was so late. Nikois going to be completely furious when I get there. If it was 7:10 he would be more forgiving, but it is already 7:30. He will kill me if not worse. I pulled in the office's parking lot, trying and failing to get my nerves to...
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...