A rural community is turned upside down with the influx of extremists bent on creating a white ethno-state, the murder of a highly respected police officer, and the fetishism of a person willing to kill to keep his secret. The Mayor and Chief of Police go to great lengths to hide the skeleton in their closet while putting together a team to combat the destructive forces in the community. "Sounds interesting!"
Waiting Until Dark
His approach to the bedroom window is stealthier than previous visits. Though unintended, he had killed. The local newspaper and media reports had put the community on edge. Respected and above suspicion, much was at stake during each intrusion, but a sexual fetish ...
Sunnyvale is located on the southern shores of the fresh waters of Georgian Bay, Ontario, three hours north of the Greater Toronto Area (GTA). Originally named Stuart Mills after its first resident, it changed when the community was informed that they could not use ...
Juarez was like the House of Mirrors at a fair, his mastery of camouflage had even hidden him from himself. He was an actor who played a part in a very dangerous game and who had come to accept that the identity he assumed was in part a reflection of who he really w...
A Shaky First Stage
Paul Federocko restrained his impulse to run and kept his eyes focused ahead. He did not want to attract even the slightest attention. But his height, size and thick blonde hair naturally drew attention from each passerby. Several police cruisers, sirens blazing, sp...
Julia Gibbs’s high-back chair had barely become cold when Ramon Zdunczyk sat his fat ass in it. With a large double-double in one hand and a Boston cream donut in the other, he swiveled round to face the back wall and planted one foot against it, followed by t...
An Unexpected Meeting
Charlotte Bradley sat nervously awaiting the results of the operation on her close friend Julia Gibbs. Gathered in bunches throughout the crowded waiting room of the Owen Sound Hospital were police and news reporters. She remembered a time five years ago when she wa...
Edward Slocum and Janet Thompson landed at Lester B. Pearson Airport from Ottawa shortly after 6:00 p.m. On a half-full plane, disembarkation was made that much easier for them since they had only carry-ons to worry about. By-passing the baggage carousel, they went ...
"One For All, and All For One"
“All of this must appear so much on the fly and we’re sorry about that,” Beatrice said. “But, be patient. It’s not unusual at this stage. Once all the parts are up and running everything will be tickety-boo.” She drew in a deep br...
The Phone Call
Edward stood in his old office. Five days had passed since the meeting at the home of Kenenstatsis. He surveyed the room. Not much has changed. A new chair or two but otherwise the same. The sun poured in through the large window. He took in a deep breath a...
Edward left Soranus Pharmaceuticals much later than expected. His meeting with the Board of Directors had gone smoothly and by the end of the day he had signed a six-month contract. He found his luncheon with Jagdeep, on the other hand, strangely unsettling. From th...
Coffee and Martha Stewart's Pancakes
“Have a rough night?” Charlotte asked. She poured coffee into her mug and then filled his.
“That obvious, eh?” Edward stared at his Marvin the Martian mug
“You’re sure not pretty to look at if that’s what your as...
Carmella’s skin shone with vitality as she neatly applied the finishing touches to her make-up. Her cellphone pinged. The messenger was unknown, but his signature familiar and trustworthy. Juarez will be at Barrhead Bar and Grill at 7 pm. She examined her fres...
James Brant Takes On A Partner
A good forty-five minutes before the graveyard shift ended, James Brant eased into his chair at Sunnyvale Police Department (SPD) with a large Tim Hortons coffee and the Globe and Mail newspaper tucked under his arm. It was a routine he had addictively followed sinc...
The Meeting: Part One
It was the fifth time in one hour that Juarez had driven past the well-lit maroon exterior of the Barrhead Pub and Grill. Getting the lay of the land was an integral part of his reconnaissance. He pulled the car over and placed it in park. Through his open window he...
The Meeting: Part Two
She stared at him for the longest time, neither saying a word. “The night of the Urquiza raid,” Carmella began, “five years ago. Do you remember it?”
“How can I not. That’s how I got this.” Juarez drew his hand along h...
Richard Lyle Mills
An azure sky accentuated the emerald fairways of the Sunnyvale Golf and Country Club. Normally, the late autumn warmth would have filled the fairways with golfers, but the grounds were locked up tighter than a sardine can to accommodate the very private meeting of f...
The patchwork of green and brown that scattered across the hilltop facing the Sunnyvale Golf and Country Club became even more varied from shadows cast by clouds streaming overhead. Leaves from bountiful maple trees gently fluttered to the ground adding to the pleth...
The Rendezvous at Eight
Richard Lyle Mills nursed a glass of brandy while he waited. His membership at the Sunnyvale Golf and Country Club afforded him a few exclusive privileges. On a silver tray on the table beside his velvet and bronze wingchair, its sidekick kitty-corner to him, sat on...
The Meeting at Donatello Restaurant
“Doubt is our product,” said Bernard Carleton, a louche-looking young man, plucking away at his plate of smoked-salmon canapés. The public relations firm Colton & Touche, whom he worked for, made no bones about the reason for their success. He peere...