Finding Alice by Don Samson

He was walking down Stockton past Chang’s market when a bald, heavyset man stopped him. “You John Mills?” “Yes.  Who are you?” “Stanley.  I got a message for you.  Stop bothering Mr. Nicoletti.” Mills had been to Armand Nicoletti’s office twice to ask about Alice Whitson.  He’d been hired to find her after she’d been […]

The Problem by Don Samson

When did you discover the body?” I asked her.

“When I got home. I parked in the garage and came in through the kitchen. I heard the TV on, so I went in to turn it off. He was in the chair.”

“Where had you been?”


“I’ll need more than that.”

“I met a friend for drinks.”