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

“This, my dear Watson, is a tale for which the world is not yet prepared. I fear it must be relegated to that battered tin dispatch-box o...

“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...

(NOTE: John Kenyon, over at Things I'd Rather Be Doing, issued a challenge for Crime Fiction stories based on fairy tales. Detail...

“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 ...