Murder Cold As Ice
She looked as out of place as a priest in a strip club. Her body was a perfect hourglass, topped by a drop dead gorgeous face, luscious lips and big blue eyes…
Murder and Slow Gin
I’ve been a private eye for a long time. A lot of clients have come and gone. In all the time I’ve been on the street though, nobody I ever met quite compares…
Nightwatch
My city screams like a dame who is getting her purse snatched. I grab at the rope stitching holding my arm to the stub and pull, tightening the fit. “I’ll be…