Dinner in Phnom Penh by Leroy B Vaughn
Dinner in Phnom Penh by Leroy B Vaughn Mitchell looked at his watch, it was twenty-five after eight. “One good thing about the secret service” he told himself, “Is that you don’t have to...
Dinner in Phnom Penh by Leroy B Vaughn Mitchell looked at his watch, it was twenty-five after eight. “One good thing about the secret service” he told himself, “Is that you don’t have to...
A-hab by Edd B. Jennings The path to my fixed purpose is laid with iron rails whereon my soul is grooved to run.—Moby Dick (chapter 37) Damn, she was hot, which was why I...
The Bend by Michael Mohr My body ripped up at a ninety-degree angle, my eyes popping open, hearing what sounded like a freight train. Brian was asleep, his rucksack propping his head up like...
About the Author: JAMES A. NEWMAN, originally from London, lives and writes in Bangkok. He is the author of the JOE DYLAN noir crime series and has just completed the fifth in the series:...
Everyman’s Author: A Review of DIRTY WORK of author Mark SaFranko I know Mark SaFranko. And after reading Dirty Work, I know for certain how difficult my life is going to be. I first...
The Dream by Ilan Herman “Don’t get on the plane,” Andy pleaded. “It’s going to crash! Please listen to me!” The passengers ignored him and boarded the plane. He stood breathless by the window...
Leverage by Paul Edmonds Mort Peters’ office was located above a scuzzy nail salon stuffed with a platoon of emaciated Asian women who looked like recent liberations from a sex-trafficking ring. The shop’s fluorescent...