Leonard Kimble didn’t need that kind of encouragement. He was born with the urge to go far, but not for a poxy, small-town newspaper like this where the majority of people who read it turned to the births, marriages and deaths section for their world-news fix. He couldn’t wait to dump the job in ...
The window was triple-glazed, so all he heard was a faint drone, the world going about its business in silence. Almost like a silent movie, he mused. He turned. The room was plush. Far more expensive than anything he’d ever stayed in. But he was just a little too tired to ...
It consisted of four stone-walled cells that were reputedly three hundred years old, and used frequently to house drunks, breakers-of-the-peace, and the occasional horse or cattle thief. A large oak door slammed shut with the sound of dull finality on Thomas Blackdown. His many questions going un...
Who’s calling?’ He smiled on hearing her voice, leaning back in his father’s plush leather office chair. ‘We met the other night. Donnie – Donnie Craddick. At the Silver Crucible Club.’ ‘Well Hi, Donnie,’ she said chirpily. ‘You didn’t throw my number away then?’ ‘Now why would I do that? An attr...
B. Forde. ‘She was deeply disturbed by her experiences. She was very emotional, very genuine.’ ‘But yet she did not quite convince you,’ said George. ‘All the familiar archetypes were there, with other elements present that veered from the usual run-of-the-mill that I’ve h...