The Ballad of Mario Crane, Part 4

Stakeouts. They’re horrendous with a good partner. It’s worse with Bippy gnawing at my dreams. New York was never like this. New York had its problems,...

Repaid with Interest

Michael Dodge stood on the roof of the First Bank of Gomorra, looking at the office next door. A small glyph was carved on...

Old Wounds, Fresh Blood

A While Ago Black Elk tried to relax as his spirit rose from his kneeling body. Exploring the tribe’s new home delighted him, but strange...

A Lioness in the Den

The Right Reverend Gregory Simon had just arrived in Gomorra, following his quarry. He had doggedly chased every whisper, zigzagging from Kansas to California...

Lane Spots the Marks

Ulysses Marks’ day was getting worse. All that stood between him and a noose were the shuttered streets of the North End. Broken boards...

Ballot Counter

“It looks like a pipe organ.” Dave poked the blueprint. It did. Roderick Byre smiled weakly, wiping his brow. Then he spoke with renewed enthusiasm. “The herculean...