When Junior Bender was a young man, just starting his criminal career, he had an on-the-job run-in with an older, more experienced burglar: the one and only Herbie Mott. The guy could have just told Junior to scram, or else set him up for a fall, but for some reason he took the kid under his wing. And, over time, he taught the up-and-coming crook the tricks of his trade, both practical and esoteric, and become something of father figure to Bender — maybe the only real father he had, as things would turn out.
But the long and short of it is that Bender knows Herbie pretty darn well, as there’s a lot of the old man’s style in him. So when “executive crook” Wattles (of the many blow-up dolls) shows up at Bender’s hotel room, creepy hitman in tow, and “asks” him to find out who broke into his office — or else prove it wasn’t him — he’s got a pretty good idea who was actually responsible.
Problem is, when he goes to ask Herbie what he thought he was doing, he finds the old man dead — murdered quite painfully, in fact. Read more…
Somewhere in America, there’s a rich man who turns the less fortunate into killers.
He’s got skills, a pattern, and a plan, this high-tech Svengali. Give him your poor, shattered castaways and he can transform them into something broken, obedient, and lethal. Before long he’ll have them snapping to attention and doing whatever they’re told, because he’s the only one who can make the visions go away.
Visions that can shatter a man’s mind, and leave him just south of human — perfect for his murderous purposes.
Unsolved mysteries. Everyone in law enforcement knows they are a sad fact of life. Every detective has a number of cases he or she wishes they could have had more time with, or just one more, telling piece of evidence. But, sooner or later, even the best of detectives knows that they have to put the past in the rear window, and live for the case load of today.
However, some mysteries don’t lie quiet. And some demand their due.
It’s a nasty day in Oslo when a police officer is found, his head mashed to unrecognizable pulp by a blunt object. It’s a sickening crime as it is, but soon the police realize that a similar murder was committed in that exact same spot, some years ago.
And they also realize that the dead officer had been assigned to that very same, unsolved case. Read more…
It should go without saying that being captured by pirates is never an easy thing. The company is questionable, the conditions are terrible, and you never know when they’ll tire of having you around and toss you over the side, or worse.
So when Owen Wedgewood — chef to the late Lord Ramsey — is bundled up with the rest of the loot when Mad Hannah Mabbot comes to call, he can only expect the worst. However, it just so happens that this pirate queen has a taste for the finer things in life, and she negotiates a deal at swordpoint: every Sunday, Owen shall cook for her a fine meal, worthy of his late employer’s table. Should he succeed, he wins another week of life.
Should he fail… well, there’s always “theater paint.”
In the future, there will be no past. No one knows what year it is, or what has caused the world to dry up and crack apart as it has. They only know that water is rationed out of the tap, and that hoarding is a crime — one that can get you arrested on mere suspicion.
In the future, there will be no present. No one knows where they are, exactly, as the states and cities are gone. There are only Gerrymanders filled with massive city-slums, all being demolished one building at a time to conserve water pressure, resources, and effort.
In the future, there will be no future. The world has broken, and human society has shattered along with it. As premature demolitions eat the Gerrymanders, and stupid people arrest those who are a little smarter than them, talk of a final rain sounds less like a punishment and more of a relief.
Surely this world must be destroyed, but are there not a few, remarkable souls who deserve to survive?