The pistol was cocked, ready to go. Aiming at the highway man was easy, pulling the trigger was the problem. I couldn...

The pistol was cocked, ready to go. “Your turn” she said, as my hands trembled in fear. Why was I here? Who was she? ...

The pistol was cocked, ready to go. I was going to show him. I was angry, no, furious. He cut me off! In this city, t...

I shot my butler. He was a mole! I should have known. I'm trained to tell whether someone is lying or not. I'm a secr...

I shot my butler. I never really wanted to though, He was a kind man. It was a week ago, and since then I've been a...

"I shot my butler." I threw the manuscript across the room. Grabbed a scotch. No. Wait. Wanted a scotch, grabbed a bo...

He could not even translate it. It was what one might call a specific knowledge, the fact that he did not understand ...

£18,000. That is what the twisted gold wire bracelet was worth to me. Commonly known as a torc. Iron age. It was easy...

£18000. That's all it would take. But it was more than Charles had, that was certain. He gazed in wonder at that glos...