Nearly the Perfect Murder

Nearly the Perfect Murder

Inspector Robin Templeton walked in, and the group sat up to attention. He was the boss, and no-one grudged him the role. Robin had been decorated by his superiors, had solved the most difficult cases and, best of all, he was modest and always insisted that detection...
The Stem and The Glory

The Stem and The Glory

The door opened that ticked the bell that told the girl that someone was entering the shop, but the bell’s clapper was stuck and all it could manage was a dull thud. It was that guy; that glider guy, the one who looked like he was gliding, not walking – the guy...
The Case of the Long-Forgotten Scribbler

The Case of the Long-Forgotten Scribbler

He banged the keys on that battered old Smith Corona with such ferocity that it seemed to shake our 18th-century farmhouse to its very foundation. I remember the dining room chandelier swinging perilously, like a daredevil high-wire trapeze artist. We knew he was done...
But the Fighter Still Remains

But the Fighter Still Remains

I saw my brother on TV more than I talked to him. There was nothing malicious or begrudging about the arrangement, just the unfortunate untangling of two grown siblings on separate self-destructive paths. I called him when I could, usually around the main holidays,...
Pas de deux

Pas de deux

The sun pried its way into my eyes like a thief using a crowbar to open a locked window. I realised I was lying on the couch, and the three-quarter-empty bottle of scotch explained why. I hadn’t meant to drink last night, but something had gotten the better of me and...