by MarktheAuthor | Jan 28, 2026 | Fiction, Novels, Private Investigator, Process, Serialized, Writing
Glass Castle Offense Tony’s cell phone purred in my ear as I drove, evidence he hadn’t turned it off. He answered with crackle and static, fading in and out, words plucked at by the wind and sky that carried them. “Miss me already?” “I talked to the local Doc,” I...
by MarktheAuthor | Jan 26, 2026 | Fiction, Novels, Private Investigator, Process, Serialized, Writing
Doc Has To Eat Disturbed graffiti from the restroom wall echoing in my head, I was forced to wait at the cash register while Faye took an order down range. She shouted orders with confidence while my fingers drummed the countertop. Her redheaded way of taking charge...
by MarktheAuthor | Jan 23, 2026 | Fiction, Novels, Private Investigator, Process, Serialized, Writing
Three Musketeers “You are the Lifesaver candy I always believed in.” Renée had her arms wrapped around Tony’s neck, eyes shimmering with relief and delight, openly displaying her gratitude. She nearly glowed—a rare sight in my recollections—untouched by the gray cell...
by MarktheAuthor | Jan 21, 2026 | Fiction, Novels, Private Investigator, Process, Serialized, Writing
Just for Kicks Before we made it halfway back to the police station, the jovial and infectious Officer Ollie Gerulis pulled me over for the second time in two days. I watched in the rearview mirror as the emergency lights from the cruiser splashed cheerful colors all...
by MarktheAuthor | Jan 19, 2026 | Fiction, Novels, Private Investigator, Process, Serialized, Writing
Truth Or Lies We drove to meet with Lorna and Vicky overflowing with conjecture about strange Deputy Spiesz and his dimwitted devotion to simplicity. “I’ve known a couple cops like him,” Tony said, his words laced with a hint of admiration. “Good to have for backup....
by MarktheAuthor | Jan 16, 2026 | Fiction, Novels, Private Investigator, Process, Serialized, Writing
Bad Water, Bad Timing Officer Gerulis was chomping on a bologna sandwich when we arrived at the station. I noticed for the first time the outdated posters on the walls, faded and peeling from years of exposure to the cigarette and cigar smoke of railroad magnates....
