Case Files: Collected Short Crime Stories - Volume 1

Rachel Amphlett

Description

Discover twelve dark and twisted mysteries from USA Today bestselling author Rachel Amphlett. This page-turning collection features The Man Cave, in which Darren regains consciousness in a dank basement where escape turns out to be the least of his worries; in All Night Long Zoe soon wishes she wasn't working the late shift; and in Nowhere to Run a rookie detective encounters her first serial killer... but will she survive? Case Files Short Crime Stories Volume 1: The Reckoning A Grave Mistake The Beachcomber The Man Cave A Dirty Business The Last Super Something in the Air Special Delivery A Pain in the Neck The Last Days of Tony MacBride The Moment Before Nowhere to Run Case Files: short crime fiction stories that will have you on the edge of your seat.

Le mot de l'auteur

This crime fiction short story collection is perfect if you're looking for some quick murder mystery reads that will keep you turning the pages.
After all, what if a contract killer needed to see a chiropractor on a regular basis? What if a building superintendent took his job a little too seriously when it came to looking after his tenants? And what if you discovered that your husband was a serial killer? What would you do?

Sujets

• Policier
• Thriller
• Suspense
• Hard-Boiled
• Hard-Boiled
• Hard boiled
• Suspenso
• Hardboiled
• Police procedural
• Mystère
• Roman noir

Informations

• Publié par: Saxon Publishing
• Date de parution: 05 décembre 2022
• Nombre de lectures: 21
• EAN13: 9781915231536
• Langue: English

Extrait

Case Files: Collected Short Crime Stories Volume 1


Rachel Amphlett
Case Files: Collected Short Crime Stories Volume 1 © 2022 by Rachel Amphlett
All rights reserved.
No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.
This is a work of fiction. While the locations in this book are a mixture of real and imagined, the characters are totally fictitious. Any resemblance to actual people living or dead is entirely coincidental.
The Case Files short story series

Nowhere to Run (A Detective Kay Hunter short story)
Blood on Snow (A Detective Kay Hunter short story)
The Reckoning
The Beachcomber
The Man Cave
A Dirty Business
The Last Super
Special Delivery
A Pain in the Neck
Something in the Air
A Grave Mistake
The Last Days of Tony MacBride
The Moment Before
All Night Long
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Contents



Preface

Introduction


The Reckoning

A Grave Mistake

The Beachcomber

The Man Cave

A Dirty Business

The Last Super

Something in the Air

Special Delivery

A Pain in the Neck

The Last Days of Tony MacBride

The Moment Before

Nowhere to Run


About the Author
Preface

The idea for the Case Files series of short mystery stories was born from a love of the genre that dates back to my early days of reading and writing.
The first short stories I fell in love with were written by Stephen King, Richard Matheson, Rod Serling and Roald Dahl.
Theirs were the short stories where the good guys didn’t always win, where I found myself smiling at what the bad guys (sometimes) got away with, and where often I’d feel a shiver of anticipation as the page turned and the author posed the question “What if?”
After all, what if a contract killer needed to see a chiropractor on a regular basis?
What if a building superintendent took his job a little too seriously when it came to looking after his tenants?
And what if you discovered that your husband was a serial killer?
What would you do?
I hope you enjoy reading the stories collated here – I know I’ve enjoyed writing them.


Rachel Amphlett
October 2022
Introduction

A brief description about each of the short stories you’ll find in this collection follows.
The Reckoning


The newest arrival at a care home for the elderly carries an air of mystery that even a jaded ex-WW2 Resistance fighter can’t resist trying to solve.

Then matters take a sinister turn…
A Grave Mistake


A walk in the woods takes a dark turn for Ben…
The Beachcomber


Staying at a tiny guesthouse in Cornwall after the summer, Julie spends her days combing the beaches, looking for things to collect while hiding from her past. Then a storm breaks, and suddenly she’s scared. Because you never know what might wash up on the beach…
The Man Cave


When Darren regains consciousness in a dank basement, escape turns out to be the least of his worries…
A Dirty Business


When Michael arrives at work early one winter’s day, he discovers that he’s not the only one who’s had a busy morning…
The Last Super


Larry’s been the supervisor of the apartment block for as long as the tenants can remember. And he knows all their secrets…
Something in the Air


When Amy boards her flight to Cairns, it’s not by choice.
Because it’s not just the turbulence that's giving her cause for concern…
Special Delivery


All Jackson Dark wants to do is get home and surprise his wife with the special gift he’s bought her…
A Pain in the Neck


Vanessa loves her job as a chiropractor, except sometimes her work takes an unexpected twist…
The Last Days of Tony MacBride


Alan O’Reilly has known Tony MacBride since he was a young boy.

Now he's helping to bury him…
The Moment Before


After Ray Holden is told by his doctor that his stress levels are dangerously high, he decides to take drastic action…
Nowhere to Run


When a series of vicious attacks leaves the local running community in shock and fear, newly qualified detective Kay Hunter is thrust into the middle of a fraught investigation.

Determined to make an impression on her first assignment with the murder team, and desperate to stop a cold-blooded murderer before another victim is taken, she may be in danger of risking it all before her career has even started.

A killer is out hunting tonight, and Kay could be the next target…
The Reckoning
Chapter One

The morning before the murder, a late autumn sky laden with rain clung to the rolling hills surrounding the town, the outlook oppressive and grey.
Oak and ash leaves turned from burnt orange to shades of ochre and yellow, littering the pitted asphalt surface of the driveway. They fluttered on the ground in the wind, struggled to become airborne one final time and then sank, defeated by the effort, before being crushed under the wheels of a sleek black car as it braked to a standstill outside the Georgian house.
Sadie Thorp hovered at the portico of the converted manor house with one hand on the open door, the other smoothing down her shirt, the collar stiff from newness and the nursing facility’s embroidered blue logo bright above her left breast.
She finished adjusting her short ponytail, peered at the rear smoked-glass windows of the car, and wondered if its passenger was staring back at her.
A moment passed, the tick tick of the engine cooling the only sound until a song thrush burst from the ivy that wound its way up and over the portico, shattering the peace.
The driver’s door opened and a uniformed man in his early fifties climbed out.
He had all the bearing of an ex-military man, straightening his navy jacket before moving to the rear and opening the door, his close-cropped hair unaffected by the stiff breeze.
He paused and peered over his shoulder as Sadie called out.
‘Mrs Price, it’s lovely to see you,’ she said, biting back confusion, ‘but I didn’t think we were expecting you until four o’clock?’
A gloved hand emerged from the gloom of the vehicle, accepting the chauffeur’s grip.
‘Then you are mistaken.’
Sadie swallowed, then fixed a smile on her face.
The smile that Helen, her manager, used when faced with one of their more difficult residents.
And Evelyn Price promised to be one of those, she was in no doubt.
The ex-Forces’ sweetheart glared at her over a pair of pink-framed glasses perching on the end of her veined nose, then raised a painted eyebrow.
The effect did nothing to hide the deep wrinkles or rheumy eyes.
‘Welcome to Orchard Skilled Nursing Facility,’ said Sadie. ‘I’m sure you’ll be very comfortable here.’
‘I should hope so, given the fees.’ Evelyn peeled the gloves from her hands and smacked them against her palm as she watched the driver remove her suitcases from the back of the car. ‘Don’t put those on the ground, they’ll get dirty. Straight into the house with them, Duncan.’
‘Certainly, Mrs Price.’
Evelyn watched him for a moment, then turned to Sadie. ‘Are you going to stand there all day gaping, or are you going to show me to my room?’
‘I – of course. Come this way, please.’
She stood to one side to let the woman cross the threshold, noting how Evelyn paused in the middle of the reception area and turned full circle, her gaze lingering on the oil paintings that adorned one oak-panelled wall before she pointed at the blinking red light above a camera fixed above the front door.
‘Do you get much trouble here?’ she said.
‘What? Sorry, no – those are just for our security while we’re working on reception.’ Sadie gave a small shrug. ‘It’s a health and safety requirement, that’s all. We’re quite a distance from the main road, and we’re often working in here on our own.’
Evelyn huffed under her breath in response, and Sadie hurried to the reception desk.
‘There’s just some paperwork to be signed before I show you to your room,’ she explained, hearing the note of apology in her voice.
Evelyn shot her a horrified look and took a step back. ‘Give that to Duncan. He deals with that sort of thing, not me.’
‘Here, let me.’ The chauffeur held out his hand and ran his gaze over the forms. ‘Everything will be billed to the company as requested?’
Sadie handed him the black biro from her shirt pocket. ‘That’s right. We only have a post office box number in London for the address…’
‘That’ll do.’ He scrawled his signature beside the two crosses Helen had pencilled in the correct places on the waiver and billing agreements.
‘Thank you.’ Sadie crossed to the reception desk, opened the bottom drawer and dropped the folder inside before locking it. She gestured to the hallway leading off to the left. ‘If you’d like to follow me, the lift to the first floor is this way.’
‘I beg your pardon, young lady, but there happens to be a perfectly good staircase over here,’ said Evelyn, jutting out her chin. ‘I didn’t get to my age through lack of exercise.’
‘Of course… I didn’t mean…’ Sadie looked to the chauffeur for help.
‘Mrs Price is exceptionally fit for a lady of her age,’ he said.
‘Even so, will you be all right with the suitcases?’
‘Not a bother. I’ll take these up now and then I’ll be off.’
‘Thanks. It’s room number four – up the stairs, last one on the right.’
‘I hope it’s got a garden view,’ said Evelyn, beady eyes watching as Duncan lifted her luggage and made his way up the stairs without a backwards glance. ‘We did request a garden view.’
‘Your room has a beautiful outlook,’ said Sadie, wishing she sounded less flustered and glad that Helen wasn’t around to observe her embarrassment. ‘I’m told it’s the best room in the house.’
‘I should think so. Not the cheapest place to stay, is it?’
Sadie took a deep breath as the chauffeur retu