Well-Fed Barbarians_A Dubious Stranger_Raindrop Crimes_Dead Even
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Well-Fed Barbarians
The clinking of the silverware and the wine being poured were the only sounds to be heard at the dinner table. The lights were bright and harsh, casting dark, sharp shadows across the dining room. What the light could not reveal, however, was that the couple would be trying to kill each other that night, and that both would have bullet holes in their heads in the end. ************** “Where’s Bethany?” Dominic looked up from his plate, gazing stoically at his wife. It was the first words he had spoken to her all night. Ellen didn’t bother looking up, keeping her gaze fixed on the steak au poivr...
A Dubious Stranger
My heart pounded. Beads of perspiration formed along my hairline. “He’s right behind you. Run!” I shouted.Oh, this is ridiculous, I told myself as I threw my e-reader onto the couch beside me. This was why I hated crime novels. I hated being scared. How could anyone enjoy it? I was only reading this book for work. Tomorrow, I was covering a lecture by Alistair Sterling, my current novel’s author, about banned books, particularly, the book I was reading, which was prohibited from many school and county libraries. No wonder. Who wanted to read about women being strangled and mutilated? It was ho...
Raindrop Crimes
The light tapping from the water in the cracked ceiling didn’t bother Jade anymore. Keith broke it about a month ago and no one had even mentioned to fixed it. It now just faded into the blend of background noises from the city street. Her room was pitch black with the only light shining in her room from her computer. She knew if Angelina walked in right now she would never hear the end of it. “That light hurts your eyes.” “God its so dark in here, why don’t you turn on the light? ...
Dead Even
Nights like these woke the demons – when the stars blinked coldly in the lonely expanse of the sky and the sea heaved and sighed like a wounded beast.Matt poured a double from the side-table on the veranda and took a swig. The flickering lights of the town across the bay reminded him of the lights of long ago: neon lights winking down the coast; fire light from their beach barbeque tangled in her hair; the light gleaming in Derek’s eyes as he put his arm around her shoulders, his mocking gaze daring anyone to challenge his right of possession. No-one did. Everyone laughed, sucked up to him – ...