In an out of the way Army hospital, there is a broken man.
He lies in his bed, unable to move due to the horrible extent of his injuries. Every bone in his body has been broken, yet somehow he lives. And he has a surreal and harrowing story to tell, provided he can make himself remember.
In that same hospital there is a doctor, but he’s not as he appears. Read more…
It’s 1947, and, after a long and harrowing war, former ABWEHR officer Gregor Reinhardt has returned to the life he knows best — being a police Inspector in Berlin, now a wrecked echo of its former self, and slowly rebuilding.
For Reinhardt, it’s a bittersweet return. He is not liked by his new colleagues, who resent both his American patronage and inability to stop asking inconvenient questions. He can count on old friends, but is unsure of his superiors, and the motives of those higher above them.
There’s also the reminder of the tragedies that happened here, before he left for the war — the things that left him drunk and suicidal in Yugoslavia. Back then, it took a personal connection to a mysterious and brutal case to bring him back to life. Now, as he walks through the ruins, perhaps he sees in them a reflection of his old self: sad and broken, but not without hope.
All the same, such mysteries still awaken something within him, and have a knack of finding their way into his hands.
Junior Bender really does not like Christmas. Give him a while and he might tell you why, but it’s a really long and sad story.
Which makes it rather ironic that his latest “job” — read “being forced to help an LA crook by another LA crook, because he’s too smart for his own good” — is taking place during the lead-up to that holiday.
Junior Bender is one smart thief — maybe a little too smart for his own good. It’s not that he over analyzes situations, or over-thinks his plans. It’s just that other LA crooks recognize how his mind works, and try to get him to do their thinking FOR them. And sometimes they even get him to do their crimes, not always voluntarily.
So when what should be a straightforward burglary turns deadly dangerous, it isn’t too long before Junior finds himself at the mercy, and in front of the guns (and baseball bats) of some highly suspicious characters.
Some time ago, Bangkok-based travel writer Poke Rafferty had the misfortune of encountering a truly evil and terrifying man. This Fear Artist really put Poke through the wringer, trying to get something from him, and almost succeeded in turning his adopted city against him to get it.
Poke walked away from the ensuing conflagration a sadder, if not wiser man. Also a richer man, thanks to the Fear Artist’s considerable coffers, though he’s found that money brings its own unique problems. He’s come to care for that man’s badly-damaged daughter, Treasure, as well, which brings a new set of challenges all its’ own.
But if he thought he’d be getting out from under the Fear Artist’s curse so easily, he was wrong. Read more…
Why him? Well, maybe it’s because — after solving three really jawdropping cases — he’s the one to go to with something that needs some oversight. On the other hand, he is just around the corner from where the crime’s been committed. Hopefully it’ll just be some open and shut thing, and he can get back to campfires, smores, and watching his teenage daughter text her boyfriend all day.
That never seems to be Stevens’ luck, though, and this “errand” runs true to form.
Meet Serge. Serge A. Storms. He’s a gregarious, fun-loving fellow who fancies himself an amateur expert of Florida’s history and wildlife. He’s also a barely-contained psychotic who kills people in gruesomely inventive ways when they offend his sense of right and wrong, to say nothing of public decorum.
For years, now, he and his permanently-baked travel partner, Coleman, have been riding up and down the length and breadth of the Sunshine State looking for fun and fascination, and occasionally making new friends. One such friend is legal ace Brook Campanella, who’s made the glorious mistake of falling for Serge’s homicidal charms a time or two. She’s also on the trail of a group of people who make Serge look like a toothless kitten by comparison.
And that, my friends, would be lawyers — specifically the ones representing banks eager to foreclose on the houses of the poor, the needy, and the gullible.