Meyer and Kling were wearing lightweight sports jackets on this steamy Wednesday at one P.M., but not because they wished to appear elegantly dressed. The jackets were there to hide the shoulder holster each was wearing, lest the populace of this fair city panicked in the streets. The owner of th...
Their glow only seemed to add to the suffocatingly moist heat of the August night. The Ca D’Ped was Calusa’s art museum, a vast hacienda back when Florida was still a Spanish possession, renovated and refurbished in 1927 when its original name—Casa Don Pedro—was abbreviated to its present form. C...
The only source of illumination was a lightbulb screwed into a ceiling fixture and operated from a switch just inside the door. The light was on now. The lock on the door was a key-operated deadbolt; it could not be unlocked from either side without a key. She walked to the door and examined the ...
Was it possible that Johnny really hadn’t killed the spic? Well, that’s what the patrolman had said. It seemed unlikely, but the police didn’t make mistakes like that, not when it concerned murder. Charlie Brown? Did he know anyone named Charlie Brown? None that he could think of. There was an ol...
It had been Friday forever. Legal Aid sent over an attorney to make certain that none of The Ancient Skulls’ rights were being violated. At the same time the detectives—figuring they had hooked into real meat—called the District Attorney’s office and asked that a man be sent over before they mess...