Murder on the Mainline, another Mike Claymore Mystery: Florence A novel by: Dave Horton Copywrite: 2000 CHAPTER ONE 1st TUESDAY It's a cold grind as Mike pulls away through the stoplights in Revelstoke and starts the climb towards Golden. He isn't in the best of moods this trip. He misses a gear and curses, glaring at a tan Cadillac with Oregon plates...
This is the story of Claudia, related to the author in a videotape the author made of Claudia. It is not an exact dialogue or transcription; to make the stories flow, and adding details added over time, the text is an extrapolation of Claudia's exact dialogue. The tape was made on February 14, 2005, which you correctly will identify as Valentine's Day. It ha...
It was a small town, so small that my new job there became something of a topic of conversation at Nan's Café, the Federated Bank, and the Quick Trip, which was pretty much the extent of downtown Fair Oaks. I wasn't altogether comfortable with that kind of attention, but from what one of my new colleagues was about to tell me, the reviews were overwhelmingl...
Angel Love, thanks for the editing. * Annie (Chapter I) Tom and Roger are flying home tonight for a long weekend away from school and I don't know what I am going to do when they get here. I am such an idiot. What will Roger think about my actions when I last saw him? Everything has spun out of control. I could never justify seducing my son's best friend,...
"You need to get more aerobic exercise," said Dr. Smith, studying the printout that integrated the stress test, lung capacity test and blood oxygen levels from the torture device on which I'd just spent 15 minutes. "Your muscle tone and body fat percentages aren't bad, and neither is your cholesterol level, but your oxygen delivery stinks. How much exercise...
James needed a break; things had been really hectic for him at work. Lots of deadlines and people wanting him to fix things beyond his control. He was exhausted and refused to breathe. When he came home last night, wrinkles furrowed his forehead. He looked tired and overwhelmed. "The world has gone crazy and everyone thinks I can fix it!" he snarled. "I don...
Cincinnati, Ohio was just slightly above Mobile, Alabama on the list of profitable arts and craft fair locations for a dealer. Even Cleveland had moved up in the ranks. Yet there I sat, pissed off yet reluctantly resolved to make the best of the situation. It was always good to have at least one 'psychic' present at these trailer trash shopping mall events....
Michael ... He knew reunions were supposed to be happy times. A chance to meet former classmates, friends from a bygone era (that era being the late-1970's). To catch-up on all the 'old times' (which he couldn't remember anything particularly good about them), reunite with old friends (he had none that he could clearly recall) and reminisce about the old sc...
Chapter 53: The Death of a Friend The long flight to Sydney was physically comfortable and emotionally exhausting; we just looked at each other and worried. We hurried through controls and a driver was expecting us. He took us directly to the hospital where Jenny was waiting for us. She embraced Maureen and then kissed me for a long time. She was miserable...
The phone rang. It was 3 AM on Thursday. The boy awoke and fumbled around for it. It was someplace under his hoodie by his desk. He found it and answered it, half rolling away from his sleeping roommate in his bunk so as not to wake him. "Mmnnn Hello?" "Hello Vic! How is my nice hunk of Vanilla dick?" It was Wendy. She was horny, excited, and on the phone...