Category: Fiction
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The Shanghai Songbird Part 1
Thomas Lee had read too many Western pulps to know how this would end. “Miss Ouyang,” he said, “I sympathise with your situation. I really do. But this looks like a job for the police.” Ouyang Li Yan didn’t frown. She was too glamorous for that. Her face melted under her thin mask of mascara…
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Front Sight
There are three of them. Brown cardboard targets, man size. There’s a fourth figure, slightly shorter, in front of and between the second and the third targets. His mind tells him a different story. The targets are Thugs One, Two and Three, black-masked and leather jacketed, screaming obscenities and waving guns. The last one is…
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Redemption Road Part 5
“What do you mean, he’s gone?” The innkeeper flipped his record book around, showing it to Freeman. “Mr Johnson and his party checked out late last night. Right after the incident at the hospital. See?” Freeman checked the log. Jude Johnson and his drivers had checked out at 0345, about an hour after Freeman and…
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Redemption Road Part 4
The stairs led to what was once an underground train station. Now it was a transition zone for people wishing to enter and exit Metro City. People packed the train platform, anxious and crying and commiserating. When the Metro City troopers descended, the people loosed a hearty cheer. Bates, Knight and Freeman didn’t join…
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Redemption Road Part 3
Johnson had a fleet of four biodiesel-powered trucks. Clean and cool and quiet. Impossible to find outside the big cities and major polities. He had stocked his vehicles with fuel cans, leaving precious little space for cargo. Or people. The men spread themselves into two teams. Freeman and Sharpe in the lead vehicle with Johnson,…
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Redemption Road Part 2
The men removed the bodies, dug a firebreak around the house and set the house ablaze with an incendiary grenade. The wood burned, taking the Bloom with it. Freeman dug out his radio and tuned it to a clear channel. “Sheriff Hart, this is Freeman. Do you copy, over?” “Freeman, Hart here. How’s it going?”…