Gorodskoy Park in the sunshine. Not the most beautiful park. More concrete than greenery, but well-maintained. A series of paths connected by roundabouts. Along the wider walkways, freshly painted green benches, shaded by overhanging wispy branches. So what was I doing in this nondescript park in the middle of Minsk? Well, that is a longer … Continue reading GORODSKOY PARK
'We've checked everywhere, Sam, it ain't here,' said Ruth. I dropped the sledgehammer. 'Alright Gutman, where is it?' 'I told you. Ask Cairo. He knows, not me.' 'Cairo's dead. So's Archer. You're responsible. Now cough up the statue.' 'Poor Mr. Spade. You're nothing but a clueless gumshoe.' 'The Falcon, where is it?' I aimed the … Continue reading HERE’S LOOKIN’ AT YOU, KID
In the dead of the night. That was how I expected to find her. Dead. As I approached the house, nothing changed my mind. It was still. Still like a house with no one alive in it. I pictured the scene I knew was waiting for me. Her, lying on the floor. Red blood pooling … Continue reading BE STILL MY BEATING HEART
This was the tree alright, the dead one with no leaves. Streetlight nearby, no need for the torch I had brought. A night of hard labour ahead, best get to it. Sweat and dirt, clanging metal on rocky, hard ground. Takes longer than you think to dig a deep grave. At three in the morning … Continue reading THE GRAVEDIGGER
Another motel, another room, another picture on the wall. This one a broad wearing suspenders changing the tyre on a car. It wasn't the worst one I'd seen. Too many pillows on the bed. I picked one up and sat it on my lap, my back sat against the huge cushioned headboard. The bedside lamp … Continue reading THE PICTURE ON THE WALL
