51 Buckingham Gate, Westminster, London Colin Westbridge entered his apartment after the grueling 90-minute commute back to the city. The clock chimed 4pm as he tossed his money clip and keys onto the foyer table. "Darling, I'm home!" There was no answer, and he frowned as he wondered where his wife could have gone. He didn't have to wait long for an ans...
There's a lot I simply can't remember that happened in the following few days we were stranded in Rock Hill. My attention was almost entirely focused on my overwhelming sense of grief. I was completely disconnected from the many events swirling around me. I guess I was hoping that Crystal might still be alive and would magically appear from somewhere. And wh...
Kate woke to the sound of her radio alarm and lay in bed listening to the announcer's familiar tones: "Here is the seven o'clock news for Thursday the 24th of April..." Still only half awake she began the day with a few warm-up exercises, serenaded by the coffee machine bubbling in the kitchen. Once the caffeine had cleared the cobwebs from her brain Kate sh...
Chapter 4 The Phone Call It was a Friday evening; we had been waiting and waiting for the forensics, again they were promised for Monday morning. We had been over and over the story and I had rehearsed Anne and Bill till they had their stories word perfect. Jane had reluctantly told me her side of the tale which tallied with Anne's. We were all frustrated...
"Londo, it's me," Londo's wife called him. "Oh sweet heart, where are you?" Londo spoke to show how caring he was. "In the prison, with my rights-deprived culprits." "Darling, you've sacrificed your whole life for them. What a noble wife I've got!" Londo's chest puffed with pride. "Londo, a problem has arisen." The sound became pitiful "Shoot it at me....
Austere American nationalism dominated the cramped office space. Red, white, and blue flags hung on the walls, Golden Eagles looked on, posted upon tall poles. There were framed pictures of Royal columns packed with U. S. Soldiers in grimacing formation... The state-sponsored iron and control was endless. The agitated woman sitting behind her desk in that o...
Chapter Seven - Michele Ascending Michele and Polly sat in Michele's lounge drinking tea and smoking. "So? Inspector Burgess?" Michele asked. "Well you know the Matron runs a prostitution ring and that most of the clients are the elite of CMH and the hoi polloi who make up their close circle of friends," Polly went on. "Well us girls and our punters nee...
Foreword: This is a repost of "Night Falls in Whitechapel" by me, since I've decided not to include this tale in my "Last Crusader" novel. I'll be posting this one along with "Night Falls: Berlin" as a companion piece. While this one is posted to Erotic Horror, "Berlin" will be posted to NonHuman. Probably on the same day, if everything goes right. One o...
***** A great many people have undertaken to portray Agatha Christie's Belgian detective, Hercule Poirot, but in my opinion, none has done it as well as David Suchet, star of ITW productions of Poirot. It is his image that I use as my visual and those of Hugh Fraser (Captain Hastings), Pauline Moran (Miss Lemon) and Philip Jackson (Chief Inspector Japp). ENJ...
Ch. II: The Streets of Sin City "Shit!" Hugo swore, as he grappled with the door lock. "Shit. It's locked!" The blond was still screaming. He fumbled for the light cord and with trembling fingers pulled it but nothing happened. "Shit!" he yelled. The main corridor light switch must have been flicked. He kicked the door. There was screaming from the room op...