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Editor’s Note: Read the previous adventure of the two Hawaii Police Detectives by clicking the link: “The Way the Cookie Crumbles by James C. Clar” Beggars Would Ride by James C. Clar “Sympathetic Magic...

Warehouse no. 4 by Caroline Taylor After all these years, the place still smells of coffee. It’s nearly overwhelmed by the stench of urine, feces, and dead animal, but it’s there. And now I...

Yours Truly by D.W. Moore It was last April, during the late winter snowstorm, when my sister Agnes called me for the first time in, well, forever. She was frantic, blubbering about a phone...

Death in the Oranges by Marc Egnal When I was nine, my father was shot dead in front of the dry cleaners he owned. My mom gave me, and my five-year-old sister, Angelica, a...

Golden Gate by Marc Egnal The knocking on my office door seemed urgent and insistent, at least from where I sat. They say dogs have particularly keen hearing. Add to that short list private...

Alpaca Sunrise by Jon Wesick Detective Dirk Steelcage hated knitting even more than he hated Brussels sprouts and he hated Brussels sprouts. He was the kind of cop who didn’t let sissy rules like...

The Way the Cookie Crumbles by James C. Clar The usually crowded streets were all but deserted. It was nearly 3:30 A.M. after all. The only people out wandering were hookers after a few...

Giovanni and the Bird by Cameron D. Alexander Jack sighed in resignation as he peered through his dusty Venetian blinds at the carload of Armani thugs. He wasn’t going anywhere in his slippers and...