The Finger of Blame

‘It’s my fault,’ Robbie told the policewoman earnestly. She looked like a nice lady who would understand...

The Morning After

It’s Saturday morning and my head is throbbing. Vague recollections of Matt and a crowd of guys in Kelly’s Bar and a river of scotch...

Case Closed

Flash Fiction 350: Crime Two weeks ago, Tess White had been found dead in her parents’ apartment. She had come in late from a party complaining of feeling unwell. Her parents had assumed it was a result of too much alcohol.

A Body of Knowledge

The buzz at Carstairs Defence was electric. Rumour and speculation had been rife for over 6 months that young Adam Rickard, the boy genius, had developed a new missile detector. Sure enough, the 17-year-old had kept himself behind the closed doors of his lab day and night. Now Sir Damian Carstairs had called a meeting …

The Wedding Party

It had been a beautiful day. The early spring sunshine was the perfect background for Kate and Matt as they took their vows. Cameras clicked as Matt kissed his bride amid the rainbow of confetti swirling on the light wind. A few hours later the bodies of Matt and his bestman, Alan, lay on the …

The Crime Writer 4 – Talking Bull

It was five days after the discovery of the bodies on the burial mounds that the anonymous notes started arriving on Susan’s desk. ‘Have you worked it out yet?’ and messages of a similar meaning. She took the first ones to John. ‘Well, at least they aren’t threatening. Probably the work of some bored teenager …

The Crime Writer 3 – Cappuccino and Croissants

The next day John and Susan sat in the coffee bar opposite the offices of the Gazette. In between the coffee cups and croissant crumbs were a pile of notes. The top one being a copy taken from the diaries of Kimberley Dent. ‘She was onto something’ said Susan. ‘A crime syndicate – in Tormane! …

The Crime Writer – The Burial Mounds

A few days after receiving the box of diaries from Kimberley Dent Susan was sat at her desk working on a piece about a local arts festival. John Saxon, the Gazette's lead journalist popped his head around the door, ‘hey Suze’ he drawled ‘something’s come up that might interest you. I would like your input …

The Crime Writer

Susan Davies, a young up-and-coming features writer at the Tormane Weekly Gazette stared at the box of notebooks on the desk in front of her. The accompanying letter in her hands had left her lost for words. The acclaimed crime novelist Kimberly Dent wanted her, an unknown feature writer, to write her life story. Without …