Author: Greg Burgas

The December rain was pattering on the pavement. George Grover sat quietly in his booth, watching the late afternoon grayness slowly change to black. He was seated right by a …

Go. Down an escarpment of limestone to the creek bed. “Go,” a whisper in his ears. Thunder in the background. Wagnerian. Hardscrabble hands on smooth rocks. Rushing water washing mud …

I placed my gun and badge on the table. The commissioner looked at me, shocked. “There’s no need for that, Hulce,” he said. “You have been exonerated.” “I quit,” I …

“Do you have anti-bacterial soap?” “Sure. I got some from Bath and Body Works. Good stuff. Help yourself.” Delilah watched Nikos get up and walk into the bathroom. She had …