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June 17, 2018
Poetry Marty Kay

Hand of God

Then there you were. Calling through the din of war, you beckoned, and I obeyed. I make amends. The muzzle of my gun muted, I mask my military might and squat to greet your greatness. Give me your hand. For I am more than war. A mother; my name is Mary. Call…
June 17, 2018
Crime Stories Scott Sinclair

Saturday Night at Fort Apache

Saturday February 8, 1973 I never thought I’d be a cop on the take. Hell, I never planned on being a cop period. My goal was to follow in the footsteps of my older brother Scotty and join the fire department. Succumbing to family pressure to not follow Scotty…
June 17, 2018
Romance Stories Alicia Aitken

The Lemon Sherbet Cafe

Emily Chambers stood on the wooden decking that surrounded her cafe watching the tide slowly come in. Just over a year ago, she would have chuckled bitterly at anyone who dared to tell her that this is where she’d be. At that time, she was at her weekly…
June 17, 2018
Horror Stories Patric Quinn

When It's Time To Go

(Harold and Vlad are a pair of aging monsters. Harold is a werewolf who no longer fully transforms during a full moon. Vlad is a vampire with dental problems.) The night was beautiful in the cemetery, especially one as old as this one. The full moon on the…
June 10, 2018
Poetry BR Giga

The Fix

Cool steel penetrates consciousness, piercing the ravenous flesh. slowly the Momentary agony is Dispelled by the plunging rush of toxic euphoria. the elated quest for Weightless tranquility begins to Transcend the mortality of mindless despair. mercifully,…
June 10, 2018
Horror Stories Grace Treutel

Braised Heart

When I saw him for the first time, I knew I had to have him for dinner. It was in the ripe red of his mouth, the plush of his lower lip. The hollows of his cheeks were little inlets for his amusement, surprise dusting his high cheekbones from the shadows of…
June 10, 2018
Science Fiction Stories R.Scott Venegas

The Bottom Line

 Motivated by the odium of self-aggrandizing butt-hurt under the guise compassion for the surplus population, perceived slight of the day, those who were productive, hatred for anyone not in agreement with her views and hunger, Duhlia Abzoog wormed through…
June 10, 2018
Horror Stories Elin Ridge

Vengeance

The rust-coloured blood flakes off my hands and falls to the ground like snow. Grime is caked underneath my fingernails and twigs nest in my hair. My shirt is torn, boots covered in mud. My throat is closing with my heart beating out of my chest. Sweat drips…
June 10, 2018
Mystery Stories Jerry Hogan

The Flopping Arm Burial

When I was fifteen, Mom told me that we were going to the funeral of her Great Aunt Mildred. I never heard of Great Aunt Mildred. “Who? Are you kidding me?” I said. “Jay, don’t give me a hard time,” Mom scolded. “We are going to pay homage to my grandmother’s…
June 09, 2018
Romance Stories Brian Glass

She Needs To Go

She had to get away. The timing wasn't ideal, but when was it ever? Her boyfriend of six years proposed last month and she had said yes. They met at one of the Marist College dining halls. He was a junior, she a sophomore. There might have been a slight…
June 09, 2018
General Stories E.Louise Jolly

The Doctor and the Pear Tree Switch

"Robert! I will not speak to you again. I want you to quit teasing your little sister.” "But Mama, she kicks my marbles every time she goes by!” "If you two can't play together without quarreling I will have to punish you both. Remember, my overshoe is out…
June 09, 2018
General Stories John L.Yelavich

Heartbeats in the Sand

It’s not often that I take the time to sit quietly and delve into the quiet exercise of turning pages of a novel. I have never been much of a reader; I tend to use my free time to write and let those with less creative inclinations to digest the lines of…

 

 

The detective proceeded cautiously. It wasn't comfortable driving on a dark country road at night.

The long narrow stretch of highway faded in the distance. The barren land looked like one of those places that had been declared dead but refused to die. There was nothing for miles except hundreds of acres of open fields waiting to be plowed. The absence of street lights made the road darker and more perilous. Deer grazing along the side of the road, oblivious to the occasional traffic, would often be hit by a passing car. Striking a three-hundred-pound buck on a dark country road was maddening. No matter how hard the impact, the animal would always escape unharmed. Yet the damage to the car would be extensive. He hated deer. They were only suitable as dinner for wolves. The perils to a country cop were not always the criminals with guns. Sometimes they had horns.

  As he drove up to the crime scene, he could see the lights from the squad cars.

  Another homicide. Twenty years on the force, and dozens of murders, after a while they all looked alike.

 An anxious young rookie was standing near the taped off area. He was shaking like a juggler with St. Vitus Dance. The cop lifted the yellow crime tape and approached the area.

 He watched the men in uniform as they crept around the crime scene. Police officers doing their jobs with as much enthusiasm as men who are worked too hard and paid too little can muster.

  The detective saw the coroner's car parked in the distance.

 He thought corners were inept. They weren't specialists. They weren't doctors. Coroners didn't even work full time. All they did was sign death certificates. However, he figured, in this case, the town got a bonus. The coroner was the local undertaker as well. At least the guy was used to looking at dead bodies.

 The detective walked over to the coroner to get an update.

 The coroner looked up and began to frown. His brow had more wrinkles than a Shar Pei in a dog pound. As the coroner related the grim news, it set his teeth on edge like chalk being dragged across a chalkboard. The story was horrific. You couldn't work amid all this without it getting to you.

 The coroner told him that when police responded to a tip from a neighbor of suspicious activity at a nearby farm, they found a grisly site.

 The authorities discovered the body of a tattooed heavy-set man, stuffed in a freezer. After a further search, they found another corpse, that of a female, in an adjacent pond.

 The police immediately suspected the couple's nineteen-year-old son had committed a double homicide.

 The informant was the brother of one of the victims and lived on a neighboring farm. He said he called in the tip because he heard his brother and sister-in-law fighting with their son. He added that he saw his nephew shoot the parents several times with a small handgun then dispose of the bodies.

 The police immediately brought the son and uncle into custody for questioning. During a thorough interrogation, the police tried to determine a motive. However, many inconsistencies arose between the son's and uncle's testimonies. Every time more facts were added, the possibilities grew more numerous. There didn't seem to be a clear direction to take.

 Nevertheless, after the chief detective reviewed the information from both suspects questions arose in his mind. The investigator began to wonder. How could a thin boy, (he weighed 130 lbs.), lift his 250-pound father into a freezer? How could the young man drag the corpse of his mother into a pond? Why weren't there any shell casings at the scene of the crime? Also, the trajectory of the bullets found in the bodies suggested that the gun was held in the right hand. The boy was left handed.

 Further investigation revealed that the victims were heavily in debt. The brother lent his dead sibling money to help clean up unpaid obligations. The collateral was the farm and a life insurance policy in which the victim's brother was named the beneficiary.

 The detective assigned to the case knew that one of the most common motives for murder is money.

 The brother seemed to have a good alibi. Nonetheless, the detective called the man back for questioning. The investigator requested that the brother take a lie detector test. Instead, the brother confessed.

 The boy was released.

 The detective was satisfied. He knew you get justice in the next world. In this world, you have the law.

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David De Santo

 

 

 

 

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