A tiny scrap of red silk stuck out from under the flap of the box, and I stroked it with my fingers. One of Ernst’s handkerchiefs. I’d taught him to sew. We’d hemmed many handkerchiefs together, always red and always, when he could afford it, silk.
READ MORE →“When did you last see Ernst?” I tried to remember the date under the photograph. The body was found Saturday. “Friday night.” Rudolf sniffed. “Not that it concerns you. Or me since he abandoned me for that youth.” “You let him leave the bar with a stranger?”
READ MORE →NEWS: I’m off to LA this week for Shriekfest! Hopefully THE HUMANITARIAN will knock ’em dead and suck their blood. Or something. EXCERPT:I leaned backward to look at Rudolf. Thirty centimeters taller than me, and he always stood too close. He never forgave me for despising him,
READ MORE →NEWS: I just found out that my vampire screenplay THE HUMANITARIAN is a finalist in Shriekfest 2008: The Los Angeles Horror/Sci-Fi Film Festival! EXCERPT: CHAPTER 2: A burst of humid air hit my face as two teenage boys pried open the doors of the moving train. The train
READ MORE →NEWS: Back to “A Trace of Smoke,” for those of you who are following the novel. I hope you liked the “Coffee” excerpt too. You should be able to get it at a bookstore near you by mid-October. EXCERPT: Outside, a gust of wind tried to rip
READ MORE →NEWS: I just received the cover art for MISSING, the anthology where my short story COFFEE will appear in October 2008. Today instead of more SMOKE, I decided to paste in a bit of COFFEE. Hope you like it! Comments, as always, are welcome. COFFEE EXCERPT: It
READ MORE →“I apologize in advance if there’s anything inaccurate. My editor has a leaden touch.” Kommissar Lang handed me a pen. “Come to my office and sign it.” He gestured back down the hallway, past the photograph of Ernst. If I followed him, I knew that he would
READ MORE →I turned and marched back down the hall, willing myself not to glance at the photograph. If I did not look, perhaps it would not be true. “Fraulein Vogel,” called Kommissar Lang. I heard him sprinting after me. Something was amiss. Would he demand to see my
READ MORE →“You have such insight into the male mind,” Kommissar Lang said. “You and your husband must be very close.” “She’s never been married,” Fritz said. The corners of his mouth twitched with a suppressed smile. “Might you autograph an article for me?” Kommissar Lang clasped his hands
READ MORE →“I am a crime reporter,” I answered, looking up. “Under the name of Peter Weill.” “The Peter Weill?” His tone shifted. He was a fan. “For the past several years,” I said. “I have worked closely with the police all that time.” I pulled my press pass
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