"I'm glad you're with us, Mr. Bennett," said Josie, the human resources director. "I know we should have gone over these benefits and such before you started work, but better late than never." "I think you should call me Adam," said the middle manager. "I'm glad you found the time, Josie." Adam wondered about the broad-shouldered woman across the desk. He w...
Sklavin gesucht! Sabrina Schmitz saß an ihrem Schreibtisch und studierte die Kleinanzeigen in der Tageszeitung. Nicht, das sie etwas spezielles für sich suchte, sie las alles eher aus beruflichen Gründen. Als Kommissarin der Polizei in Aachen, verfolgte sie mit ihren Kollegen im Kommissariat für organisierte Kriminalität alles was ihr ungewöhnlich erschien....
Als Natalie die Stufen hinauf ging war sie so müde das sie kaum noch einen klaren Gedanken fassen konnte. Sie fror leicht und schwitzte doch zur selben Zeit. Nach einem 12stündigen Flug und einer zweistündigen Fahrt durch die Stadt, nach Monaten in Europa, war sie jetzt endlich wieder daheim. Zuhause in ihrer Wohnung. Sie war glücklich darüber. Es war Zeit a...
The morning's headlines were filled with news of several San Francisco Police Department officers killed overnight - which were described as thoroughly brutal assassinations. The first these reports savaged the climate of fear that had enveloped the Bay Area as a result of an apparent Death Squad operating at the heart of one of the most storied police depar...
This is the freestanding part five in a six part series. Resume: John, a smallish but very well endowed virgin young man, has a temporary job at a farm picking strawberries. He and five women stay in an old barrack where the sleeping cubicles are small and without doors. The girls tease him by wearing skimpy clothing or none at all when passing his door way...
Avi Rosenthal slipped quietly through the shadows, moving with deliberate slowness from one pool of inky darkness to the next - and while he looked ahead his senses told him to slow down and look in his wake. The same urgent intuition that now informed his every move told him he was being followed - again - as he moved to the meeting place. But by whom? Rum...
Part III Chapter 21 ____________________________________ Walking up to the wreck, Callahan thought it looked like an old Soviet T-54 main battle tank, but now, after several years under the desert sun, the original dark green paint had given way to a lizard-like patchwork of rusty tans and grays, the main turret punctured in at least two places by, he ass...
[note: a short chapter here, but a necessary aside before you begin. Most have figured out by now that my 'Adrian Leverkühn' moniker comes from Thomas Mann's Doctor Faustus. Fine, that's true enough. But I want to draw your attention to another work by Mann, The Magic Mountain. Note we're writing about Harry Callahan, or HC. The Magic Mountain is a sort of G...
The Eighty-eighth Key Part III Chapter 20 ____________________________________ He spent his mornings at the Tagesklinik, the psychiatric day clinic in Davos, and when the sun was out he skied with 'Uncle' Avi. When she was well enough Sara joined them, and she proved to be an able skier. In the evening, Avi disappeared for hours on end; Harry assumed Avi...
chapter 9 James Parish, MD hardly ever made it to Saigon anymore, not since his little epiphany, anyway. Which came one night a few months after Tet, and not long after Callahan was sent packing. It had been a rough night, with non-stop casualties arriving every fifteen minutes from C-Med's three forward aid stations. They'd been taking sustained fire al...