“Can I buy you a drink?”
She smiled and held his gaze, exuding confidence, trying to hide her nerves behind the bravado of t…
A sequel to Between the Lines
“Can I buy you a drink?”
She smiled and held his gaze, exuding confidence, trying to hide her nerves behind the bravado of t…
A sequel to Between the Lines
The confidence was gone from his eyes. Fear was flooding in to fill the void, and along with that blood was pumping from his …
A prequel to Objective
Airports were the absolute worst, she thought. She turned onto the concourse to her plane. She didn’t just walk down the co…
A sequel to The Looker
Rain or no rain, the camera began clicking away. A mildly sick sort of feeling played at the back of his stomach, a stalker’s…
A prequel to Of Spells and Photography
Tommy avoided the first floor toilets as best he could. Yet that’s where the action always seemed to happen – fights, small s…
A prequel to Another day...
Amy held her breath, trying to ignore the cold, rough floor against her shoulders and her buttocks. When she had seen the loc…
A sequel to Shooting Nerves
Jo smiled at her, a mask of well meaning lies. The thing was that Jo was filled with jealousy and she did not know how she wa…
A prequel to My Smile is my Make-up...
On the fourth station, pattern and expectation went out the window. The metal plate target was half obscured by a female serg…
A prequel to Live Fire Test
There was a small tremor as the nose of the plane wavered through the dense storm. Sheets of snow battered the windows along …
A sequel to "Stay Steady, Folks, We're Experiencing Some Air Turbulence."
The music came through the speakers softly, laying a soundtrack to our nightly drive through the rain. She had not turned the…
A sequel to On a road in the rain...
Walking through the crowded train station I could see families bidding good byes to their loved ones.These were brave people,...
A sequel to The Calm Before the War
The sound of the Weasel’s V8 engine had died away, carried off by the rustling of the trees. His foulness swallowed by nigh…
A prequel to Picking up the pieces
In his mailbox there is a hand holding a gun. It’s severed, this hand, just on the elbow side of the wrist, and it has oozed …
A sequel to A Loaded Gun in the Mailbox
Terrance hated his brother. Stupid jerk.
Tyson’s campus was on the other side of town. Terrance normally rode the bus to the…
A prequel to Brother In Arms
A buzzing on the nightstand pulled me from slumber, echoing loudly against the wood. It lasted only seconds, so I burrowed de…
A prequel to Morning Message