(NOTE: This is in response to Patti Abbott's challenge to write a tale of a thousand words or less titled "Frank, Jr.," or ...

“The police won’t help me, Mr. Hobbs,” Carole Levinson said. “You are my last hope.” My friend Skyler Hobbs studied the reactions of th...

“That’s her,” our client said I stared, trying not to leer. Red-orange tresses danced about the girl’s head like flames, singeing t...

c “The widow spoke the truth,” Skyler Hobbs said. “That fellow looks positively gleeful.” The subject of Hobbs’ remark sat to our rig...

. “Watson, look!” Skyler Hobbs pointed over my shoulder, his eyes distended. “That woman is a man!” “The name’s Wilder,” I reminded ...