I had always been something of a cynic. Whether it was religion, superstition, or a theory about aliens, I just found a lot of things hard to believe. When my friend phoned to tell me there was a psychic night being held in our local pub, and asked if I wanted to …

By Chris Platt

Mark Irvine stared at the ceiling in the darkness of his bedroom. He shook his head. Why wouldn’t the words come to him? They always had in the past, and the writer had assumed they always would. But over the past eighteen…

By Chris Platt

Liam Brown headed home from another bad day at the office. The bus was forty minutes late and crammed with unhappy commuters. Grumbling under his breath, he showed the driver his monthly ticket and pushed his way …

By Chris Platt

DS Paul Cole took a sip of tea and stared at the information taped to the white boards. There were images from the crime scene and a recent photo of the deceased. Martin Ellroy was thirty-seven years old. He was a well-known author …

By Chris Platt

When my wife Pauline suggested we spend our week’s holiday in Spain, I agreed straight away. Spain had always been special to me. I had been fascinated by the country since I was a child. My parents had taken me to Spain on holiday when I was …

By Chris Platt

It was early evening when Will joined his friend in the pub. While all his friends were gathering to watch the football on the big screen televisions, Will was more interested in the catch-up rather than the sport. He was there for …

By Chris Platt

Lisa had no idea how she got there. She sat up and took in her surroundings. She was bed, in a bedroom, with morning sunlight spilling in through the gaps in the curtains. A man in his thirties entered the …

By Chris Platt