Through the wall of light from the four patrol cars setting in the middle of the street and facing me I saw the nightmarish silhouette of my partner walking toward me. A figure straight out of a B-movie horror flick. A freaking giant. Like a miniaturized Hulk dressed in a massive looking trench coat covering [...]
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Vengeance Is A Cruel Mistress by B.R. Stateham
“. . . dump him in that chair and tie his hands firmly to the chair arms. Now!” +++++The voice was harsh, cruel, vindictive. Filled with fury. +++++Two large men threw the small framed man into a high backed wood chair standing in the middle of a barren room. Grim faced, they roughly tied his [...]
Burn Away by B R Stateham
It was two in the morning. The streets were empty. Reflecting pools of light from the street lamps after a short summer rain. We–my partner and I–were in the Rousch 427 Mustang, the windows down, the 435 horses rumbling in a barely restrained symphony under the hood. Coming out of the stereo speakers were the [...]
Too Bad by B.R. Stateham (A Smitty Story)
She was a beautiful woman. +++++Stunningly beautiful. In the crosshairs of the 10-40×50 rifle scope her jet black hair waved like some erotic siren in the morning breeze. She stood, facing two men, in a black dress that revealed long, sculptured legs. And white heels. The heels lifted her and sculptured the legs [...]
Innocent by B.R. Stateham (A Smitty Story)
He saw her slide out of the front seat of her Toyota Corona and close the door before opening the left rear door. A beauty in subdued mustard yellow. Long brown hair. Sculptured, athletic legs. A long, lithe, athletic body. He almost smiled. No wonder Little Gabe fell in love. Even from across the parking lot of the small [...]
Who Are You? (A Smitty Story) by B.R. Stateham
In the darkness the hushed voice of someone sobbing. +++++Quietly. +++++Softly. Desperately trying to stop. Like a child scolded severely might whimper alone in their bed. Dabbing her eyes with a kerchief she sat in the semi-darkness in the backseat of the cab and held a cell phone to her ear. Through the night the [...]