Crime

The plain clothes detective sat in the lounge and looked around the room. He knew that Samuel North had killed his wife Susan. Everything was there. He had motive, opportunity, the weapon and there were enough people who knew that the marriage was going through serious problems to put the man firmly in the frame.  read more »

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Murder on the Orange Line Express

A Chicago Jake Mystery

I glanced around the train car at my fellow passengers, sizing them up. Just to keep in practice, so to speak. As a private eye, my livelihood depends on being able to read people. Sometimes my very life depends on it.  read more »

Seventeen year old Bobby Harper sat on the bottom bleacher.  The football field was empty, the stands were vacant, and school had let out almost an hour ago.  His red, tear stained eyes stood out against his dirty blonde hair.  Wiping his nose on his sleeve, he leaned back on his elbows, closed his eyes, threw back his head and let the afternoon sun fully hit his face.  "God  read more »

Mercedes and Aimee were doing what they normally did in their sixth hour class, Pre-Algebra with Mrs. Braxton; they were passing notes back and forth. They'd start with one sheet of paper and jot a note, then pass it on and jot a response, and then it would pass back. It started off with Aimee this period,

"You got a date to the dance?"

"No," was Mercedes' response.  read more »

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