Ed runs an errand for Mr. Rollo.

What happened at Devil’s Cape no longer surprised anyone. At least once a year, a body washed ashore.

Dr. Vandermeer laughed. First to himself because he was a true capitalist. Then out loud because he simply wanted to.

The famous lexical semanticist Professor Edgar Nettleston had been found dead, a gunshot wound to the head.

Outwardly Seth didn’t react as he watched Mrs. Hatfield misplay the four spade contract, but inwardly he groaned. True, she made it, but most of the other pairs would make it with an overtrick.

If I can just keep walking, I can burn off some of this nervous energy. I need to walk until I’m exhausted, until I can convince myself that this rapid, stuttering heartbeat of mine is the result of exercise.

An investigator is put on the case when a mad philologist steals a new weapon.

A lone sedan entered the parking lot of the processing plant and went dark. A tenebrous figure emerged from the shadows, sheathed in tactical garb and gripping an M-4 carbine. He loaded a magazine and charged the weapon.

When Chuck Walaach enters the Elvis Look-Alike Competition, something has to give.

“This is it,” he said. “This is the big one. After years of carrying crap, we’ve finally got us a job that’s going to change our bank accounts and bloat our pensions.