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A Charles Splints Case by Dan Leicht

The gun went off before I heard the door close.

I was in the aisle furthest from the register. I got an angle on the shooter, a young kid probably still in school, He had a pistol leveled at the cashier.

I slipped my gun from its holster and held it straight out.

“Drop it,...


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Crime Fiction by Ken Winters

Prologue

October 1932

Sunny Johnson sat stiffly in the witness chair, his eyes fixed on the polished oak rail separating him from the courtroom. Twelve jurors watched him expectantly. The prosecutor waited in silence.

Crowded rooms unsettled Sunny...


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Bundettes

Crime Fiction by Richard Weems

When Cheryl’s tablet chirped with an invitation to her online group–7:00pm, on the dot–the home nurse looked at the device, then at Cheryl, then at the tablet again, this time with venom, as though the tablet was at all audible among the wheezes and chimes of the monitors and mechanical ventilator. Cheryl to...


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Flash Fiction by Pamela Ebel

Emma Macaulay looked in the mirror on the back wall and watched as some of the parishioners crossed the parking lot of the church where the service was over and walked into the Holy Grail Bar for Happy Hour.

As the noise level picked up the front door flew open and a tall, heavy set man pushed a smal...


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Brooklyn

Flash Fiction by Diane Lefer

So I was driving home about 3:00 AM. Around the clubs, of course, there are always people and cars, but near home usually there’s no one. That night, there was a car up ahead, stopped at a red light. Then this other car comes speeding up from behind, comes around me. He pulls up to the guy in front, the window...


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