Lord Hurlingthon has hired our hero, Richard Sassure, to determine the cause of his life, a life which has far outpaced its natural window. As the bard said, “All men die,” and “no man of aught he leaves knows, what is 't to leave betimes? Let be.” In other words, when it’s your time, it’s your time, even if that time takes its good sweet time.
Poor Lord Hurlington is still no closer in his quest to die. As Caludio said in Measure for Measure, "I will encounter darkness as a bride, And hug it in mine arms." But we're still waiting for Sassure to figure out who or what objects to this marriage.
In his gambit to enter the undiscover'd country from whose bourn no traveller returns, Lord Hurlingthon has hired a private detective named Sassure to discover what has him bound to this mortal coil. For his part, Sassure has been perhaps overly skeptical, but better safe than credulous, I always say.
Until now, our hero, Sassure, has been able to maintain a slim shadow of doubt that Hugh Hurlingthon is a man who has tried without success to die a thousand deaths, but slowly that veneer of doubt has begun to flake, and perhaps Sassure is truly ready to help Lord Hurlingthon find his way into "thou detestable maw."
Now that Sassure is more or less on board with the investigation, the question shifts from "Will he investigate?" to "How will he investigate?" How does one determine the cause of life when one is normally charged with discovering the cause of death? And why exactly is this client so loathe to shuffle off this mortal coil?
Our intrepid investigator, Sassure, continues his quest to determine the veracity of Lord Hurlingthon's claims to be 213 years of age and to have been cursed with apparent immortality. Will he aid this Lord in achieving his consummation devoutly wished?
Sometimes death fails to come, and when one has exhausted all of the normal channels: suicide attempts, hit-men, mystics, there's nothing left but to bring in the last resort -- a private eye with a reputation for tenacity.
In the second half of Layden Robinson's abstract tale of introspection and exploration, our nameless hero rediscovers his inner-hero amid a flurry of references to 70's classic rock anthems.
Have you ever had one of those really weird dreams that are a cross between a Night Gallery episode and an Edgar Allan Poe story? In this first part of a particularly weird story we learn a little about what makes this particular author tick.
In a universe where everything that can happen will happen, and consequences can be avoided by jumping timelines, the only moral limits are the constraints of your own conscience.
The conclusion of a traditional PI yarn in the Watson/Holmes mold about the investigation into the murder of a small town politician.
A PI who has been brought in to verify the motive in the shooting murder of a small town politician decides to go to strange extremes to make his case.
The investigation of the murder of a local West Virginia politician continues as Lupa Schwartz and Cattleya Hoskin travel south in an investigation involving fracking, gambling, and Internet hackers.
In this first part of a novella in four parts, a PI is hired to confirm the motive behind the murder of a small-town city councilman.
In this final installment of our four-part story we learn exactly what Eric Dadjov has been planning and plotting all along. Or do we? All of your questions are answered ... except for the ones which aren't.
A man betrayed by love and friendship finds a kindred soul in a forlorn bounty hunter. But is their friendship real or just an excuse to plot against their exes?
Gradually, the details of a bounty hunter's story begin to suggest that the suspect he has befriended has a sinister plan for revenge brewing. Is the bounty hunter complicit, a dupe, or is he the next victim of the cuckold?
The last person Eric Dadjov would have expected he'd confide in was the bounty hunter sent to take him to court, but his wife has betrayed him leaving his life in shambles. A careless moment purging his anger has led to formal charges, so when he learns that he might have more in common with the forlorn bounty hunter than he thinks, a frustrated Eric just begins venting.
In the first story in this duel-story episode a cop is cop-blocked while on a date with a co-worker. In the second tale, a one-night-stand has long-ranging ripple effects.
It's 1959 in Tinseltown, and sometimes the rich and famous need the help of the best damn shamus on the streets.
A PI with a client who just wants his wife to stop sleeping around has to come up with a new way to prove to the cheating spouse that her husband didn't kill her lover. Or did he?
In a not-so-distant future where technology allows mankind to read the memories of bugs, human nature remains the only consistent thing. Like cockroaches, the PI business will survive anything.
In an alternate NYC where mushrooms are on the brink of taking over the landscape, a PI is searching for a missing girl in all the dank dark places one would normally avoid.
A couple driving on a gloomy night get sidetracked on a road off the beaten track to find - well - it's not about what they find so much as what finds them.
Lots of things are white in this story. There's the room, the giant talking tape room, the paper drawings; but mostly there's the horse, the white horse that sets everything in motion - the white horse called Heroine.