Private eye Stories

moasan

22 Apr 2023

Her Name Was Lucifer

Sadistic widow demands gratification

San Francisco, 1940. There was no question it was her. At first glance, I thought her to be no more than thirty-five, but the more I looked the more uncertain I was. One sure thing was that she was all woman. A woman who was glad to be female in every sen...

Silverl0cust

11 Dec 2012

Me Marlowe, you Jane.

... and then she sashayed into my life

I want to be your ‘Bogey’ man Wry wisecracks and chiseled chin I want to be your ‘Bogey’ man Rye whiskey and boyish grin. I could be your private eye And you, Bacall in satin gown I could be your rugged guy From down the seedy end of town. Call me up in d...