04Oct I sat in the car for a good fifteen or twenty minutes. The Cormack’s teenage daughter was flirting loudly with a neighborhood boy on the front lawn. She was around sixteen or so, not much over five feet with blonde hair, a baby face, and growing hips. It was chilly out, and both her and the boy had their sweatshirts zipped and hoods up. … Continue reading Just don’t let your mom see
01Oct It was only later that I came across Detective King and the Albert Fish case, and all the others the department conveniently files under the same heading — which is to say I didn’t start my career as the NYPD’s resident occultist. And I can’t say I ever intended that. It’s not like you know where you’ll end up when you step off the straight and … Continue reading The Disappearance of Alexa Sacchi
29Sep I could tell it was serious by the tone of her voice. I followed Lieutenant Miller to her office, where Craig Hammond, my old partner, was waiting in one of the chairs. His block head had lost a little more hair than when we started running homicides together. But other than that he was basically the same. “Craig.” I shut the door behind me. … Continue reading Who keeps a shotgun in the bathroom?
28Sep “Are you sure this is legal?” she asked as the key went into the door with a stutter. The lock clicked and the young woman with the afro swung open the door. I stepped into the condo. There was a white Turkish sofa with throw pillows, a fancy rug on the hardwood, a TV stand with no TV. The small kitchen table in the … Continue reading Are you sure this is legal?
26Sep The sign on the office door said: F. MARTIN CHASE, M.S., J.D. INTELLECTUAL PROPERTY ASSOCIATE I could hear the secretary down the hall calling security. I opened the door and Fred looked up at me, surprised. He’d gained a little weight. He was still thin, but he wasn’t quite as gym-rat-gaunt as he used to be. “Hi, Fred.” He didn’t like that name. He … Continue reading Signs
24Sep The package was addressed to me specifically. Not the NYPD. Not Homicide. Not “To Whom It May Concern.” To Detective Harriet Chase at the downtown office. The return address, tucked on a separate label underneath, said it was from White Plains. There’s a checklist of things we’re supposed to look for to flag a package as “suspicious.” One of them is that the postmark … Continue reading The Killing Field
23Sep So. I wanna tell you a story. A true story. About a man named Will King, an NYPD detective, like me. King investigated the 1928 disappearance and presumed death of 10-year-old Grace Budd, who left her home to attend a birthday party and never returned. There wasn’t much to go on. In fact, there was nothing at all. No body. No eyewitnesses. No physical … Continue reading I wanna tell you a story
He was making a proper nuisance of himself, whoever he was. I could hear the screams from the street. I stepped out of the car and met the officer in charge, a woman named Ballantine, who I didn’t know but who I’d seen around once or twice. “Thanks for coming,” she said, reaching a hand in greeting. “I know this isn’t really your thing, but … Continue reading A Simple Exorcism
I set my alarm so that I could catch my daughter in the morning before work. She wasn’t all that interested in talking to me, but that’s not unusual for kids that age. I was just glad to see her and hear her voice. It wasn’t until she set the phone down suddenly and ran off that it hit me. My appointment at the DoH … Continue reading The Legal Tender of Fate
“Do you know how they did it? How The Masters won? No? I’ll tell you. “They cheated. “They couldn’t beat the dark, or at least that was the lesson they took from history. So they locked up all the magic. All of it. All sides. Light, dark, gray, didn’t matter. For six hundred years, from the fall of the Templars, whence they received the Great … Continue reading Do you know how they did it?