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The Black Spoon - By Brian Law

“And what, dear Uncle, do you require in return?” the Nephew asked, glancing impatiently at his phone. 

His Uncle reached over for his pipe, tapped it twice on the ashtray, and then sitting back in his rocking chair, replied, “Merely…

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The Court Reporter - By Brian Law

She glanced at the wall clock as the witness droned on trying to answer the district attorney’s questions, or evade them, or whatever. Twenty minutes or so, she figured, and this witness would be done and she’d be down the…

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The Spanish Door - By Brian Law

"As you both are probably aware," the real estate agent explained to the prospective buyers, "this home was once owned by the famous painter, Ramon Cruz." 

Neither of them had heard of Cruz, but they reacted as if they had…

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Checking In - By Brian Law

He stood waiting for the librarian to finish what she was doing. She looked a little young and pretty to be a librarian, but he still waited. He was looking for something special and she might be able to help…

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The Reluctant Gambler - By Brian Law

The Casino’s Security Chief leaned down, looked at the security camera’s screen, and asked the operator, “Okay, so what am I looking at?” 

“You’re looking at Dewey Smith, sir. He’s just entered the Casino and is heading towards the blackjack…

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Role Models - By Brian Law

The kid’s father poured himself another scotch and water and returned to the sofa. His wife had a healthy head start on him, so he was trying hard to catch up. But it wasn’t easy; she’d been practicing all day. 

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The Afterlife Motel - By Brian Law

The two had left Cincinnati in their car early that morning and had passed through Wichita about an hour and a half ago, heading west. They were exhausted, needed a place to stay, and were not too choosy about where. 

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Barrel of Laughs - By Brian Law

The old truck struggled up the hill to the garage at the top of the slope. It was late, there was snow on the ground, and the truck driver had his hands full with just keeping the truck on the…

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Stand In - By Brian Law

He’d been told that he didn’t have to come to the front door and that the boy would be in the back by the pool, expecting him. It was always like this with his clients. Their kids were alone all…

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The Big Dance - By Brian Law

The two girls played together on the backyard lawn, their toys and blankets strewn around as one of their mothers watched from the kitchen. As next door neighbors, the two children often met this way, some days in one yard…

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A Short Note - By Brian Law

The second detective walked up to the top of the stairs, turned left and entered the master bedroom. The layout of the house was the same as his, so he felt right at home as he approached the king bed…

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