David's Writing Blog

She set the handset back down into its cradle, gently, as if afraid to spring a long-dormant trap. “Who was it?” “Grandpa.” Her mother tu...

Trojan point, full of rocks, big ones, small ones, dust. Confuses sensors. Perfect place to hide. But will that make it the first place Lawm...

"Boss?" It had been so quiet, except for the hiss far above in the darkness of the engineering spaces and the pinging and ploppin...

She checked three times to make sure they had their tickets before leaving the hotel; he gave the others directions over the phone from the ...

He’d been a cop for years. Last eight, a detective: Vice, then Narcotics, now Homicide. He’d been a cop long enough — lord knows, a detectiv...