His Own Rules

The police station buzzed with the white noise of justice in action. And the bored scribbling of paperwork in, if not action, then reluctant motion. The sound flooded the police captain’s office as the door swung open, and then returned to a dull mumbling as the door clicked shut.

‘You wanted to see me, captain,’ said Detective Bevan Shootout.

‘Take a seat,’ said the police captain.

Bevan did so. ‘Is this about the jazz litterer case? Because I’ve almost cracked it.’

‘In a way it is, yes. In a way it’s about all your cases. I’m afraid we’re going to have to let you go.’ (more…)


The Fast And The Furiously In Love

It was love that drove Hank Jankson to assassinate the Dalai Lama.

Like an American voting against their own interests, the path had been one of incremental instinct rather than decisions. The choice equivalent of going down hill. He couldn’t leave Jennifer, it would be easier to breathe underwater. But he couldn’t live the rest of his life knowing he’d have to speak to his mother in law again any more than he could live the rest of his life with a beehive in his underpants. That left only one option, as far as he could see.

The Dalai Lama’s head exploded like a watermelon in a slow motion Youtube video. (more…)