Max Noir

Coming Back. It’s been a while since I’ve written in this blog… But I’ve certainly been writing. In 2014 I took part with in the #AtoZChallenge. With no idea going in, I got caught up in telling a fast and fun story that was as much a surprise to me as to the few who…

Rate this:

A-to-Z Noir

“´╗┐A down and out gumshoe, a couple of femme fatales and a rising tally of dead bodies. Detective Jack Murphy just wants to make a little dough but he’ll settle for getting through this challenge alive!”

Rate this:

Alpha Dog

Chapter 1 Alcohol. It always ended up here and here’s where things often began as well, sitting in a dimly lit bar with a broken heart, empty pockets and relying on the generosity of Sal, the bartender, which was the equivalent to really having no prospects at all. It was a never ending cycle and…

Rate this:

Bombshells

Chapter 2 Blondes. They always spelled trouble. I could tell the one standing in the middle of my office was no different; with those bored baby blues and the way she couldn’t move from window, to desk, and finally to chair, without first making sure her hips got a good look around. I had been…

Rate this:

Cat’s Pajamas

Chapter 3 Customers. In most businesses you needed them. The P.I. business is no different. But every now and then there was the feeling you’d be better off without one. The blonde sending up smoke signals in my office was a case in point. She struck me as too wise to truly believe that a…

Rate this:

Dead Men Don’t Dine

Chapter 4 Delilah. She had thought her sugar daddy, Lionel Tucker, was on the slow train to La-La Land, checked in with a ticket bought by a jealous wife. On the face of it the truth seemed a lot simpler: Lionel had got tired of his jelly on the side, decided to change up the…

Rate this:

Everybody Loses

Chapter 5 “Elsewhere.” It was the thought going through my mind because it was exactly where I wanted to be: Anywhere but here. The fat man’s body sat heavy in the chair and he could have been sleeping, the way his head lolled back all slack-jawed, and his arms hung. Only no one would sleep…

Rate this:

Friendly Fire

Chapter 6 Finally. Back in the office I headed straight for the filing drawer behind the desk and poured myself a stiff one. I lit a cigarette too and tried hard to get the stink of sewer out of my mouth and the image of dead men sitting out of my mind. The cigarette helped…

Rate this:

Goodbye, Darlings

Chapter 7 Germany. I had seen it at the end of the war. It would be a lousy thing for me to try to claim that it was the war’s fault, that I was a product of the violence and so, when I came back, I was no good for anything but work on the…

Rate this:

Hard Fall

Chapter 8 Havana Boom! The club was swinging. I had left Delilah Ambrosia outside of my office, a touch lighter without the gun she’d been carrying on the way in. I had her story on loan, since I wasn’t quite sure I was buying it yet. It all needed checking out. I was starting here…

Rate this:

Indemnity Crisis

Chapter 9 Idiot. I couldn’t help the feeling I had walked right into this. And I didn’t like it. I didn’t like that I was the one to find┬áLionel Tucker face down in his carpet, shot an unhealthy number of times in the chest and once in the head for closure. I didn’t like that…

Rate this:

Jigsaw Jungle

Chapter 10 Justice. If that’s what you’re looking for, you’re in the wrong city. She said her name was Julie Hamilton. So she said. She had changed it to Delilah Ambrosia for the sake of the billboards and the posters that were supposed to bear her name. They all came by bus, the old story…

Rate this: