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Last Days of Office (Part II)


(read part I here: Last Days of Office Part I) She lay in her bed with her head propped up by two big feather pillows.  Through her window she could see the fissure of dawn cutting along the horizon.  She hadn’t slept at all and her eyes seemed to be subjected to the gravitational pull […]

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Last Days of Office (Part I)


She was dead. Her body lay motionless like a carelessly dropped rag doll. One arm was tucked beneath her, the shoulder twisted unnaturally with unsightly lumps where bone pressed against flesh. Sat blankly on her wan face, her eyes were an infinite distance away, like the shadow of light left by an extinguished candle in […]

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The Charvis Papers – Chapter 5


  The bellboy kept me waiting for twenty minutes after his shift was meant to have finished. I had been loitering round the back of the Hotel, tucked up in the corner of the small and dank car park, my mind exclusively dwelling on my nicotine craving. My coat was sodden and I could periodically […]

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The Charvis Papers – Chapter 4


  As I sat on the bus to Reginald’s hotel, I let my mind drift over everything I knew about this case. I needed a complete answer. If Reginald started asking questions, all I had were fragments. The trouble was that the only answers I had to fill in the gaps seemed closer to fantasy […]

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The Charvis Papers – Chapter 3


It took me forty minutes to get to South Kensington underground station and then a further ten minutes to stroll from the station to the Hotel. Understandably, I felt out of place as I wandered past the cast iron railings on one side and the herd of Mercedes, BMW’s and Jaguars on the other. It […]

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The Charvis Papers – Chapter 2


  Chapter 2 “My name Is Reginald, Reginald Charvis.” He fought against his voice as it tried to falter again. The large man closed his eyes slowly and exhaled like a ball with a slow puncture. Finally his eyes flicked back open and, with them firmly trained on my desk once more, he continued. “I […]

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The Charvis Papers – Chapter 1


Private detectives carry many similar traits but the one that runs through all of them, like special brew through alcoholics, is that we are all too clever to be cops.  I’m not talking about the muscle-for-hire goons that plod around behind a big shot as if they were attached to his rear.  Those kind of […]

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A case too many


Note From the Author: This was the first incarnation of Detective Creak, set in a different time period and more overtly pulp fiction.  Written as a homage to Raymond Chandler. It’s always a bad day when a blonde walks into your office. Oh I know it’s a cliché, but when a gorgeous fair haired woman […]

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