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...
Greater New York Jinro could see cranes dancing in the imperial garden at Kyoto. Their antics, wings flapping, necks dipping and gyrating, were graceful, choreographed by evolution over thousands of years. The vision was faded like an old photo or distant memory. He'd left Japan with to live with his American father when he was 9, and filled his head with t...
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...
"Justice is incidental to law and order." ~ J. Edgar Hoover 1 Mike McKay liked the sound of the morning rain on the roof of his Mustang 2001 Bullit GT. He had the window slightly down, listening to the faint, echoing rumble of thunder in the west over the lake. His sleek, Dark Highland Green was parked in front of Dooley’s Diner where he had just ha...
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...
If I were to tell you to "Fuck off" you'd be offended. And rightly so. Yet if I said "Sex and travel" it wouldn't be a problem. One of our foremost sexual fantasies is to join the Mile-High Club. The two main ingredients necessary to join it are of course sex and travelling at a fair height. Joining is near the top of the ordinary Joe's sexual bucket list an...