Winners and Losers
"Had a bad day, Zack?" Daniel stared at me from the couch as if I'd fought a war. In some twisted way, I did. It involved opposing sides, a bit of physical altercations, battle scars, some blood being spilled, and wounds on both sides of the conflict....
Fragile Paper
For once in my time as a private detective, i didn't mind filing paperwork.
Unexpected Encounter
It'd been a standard case of the week: a tod and vixen fall in love, get married in a Mormon wedding, have a litter of cubs every year or so until they reach six offspring, then the husband begins to suspect...
Family Secrets
Mom suffered a much worse childhood than me. I didn't learn about it until much, much later in college. In some way, it excused some of her behaviors to me, but not by much. During one of my frequent trips to...
Glitch in the Neurotic Matrix
Midway through a panicked recollection of all his memories and doubts, the poor tabby suddenly found my private detective services ad in his father's abandoned newspaper. he thought it was fate.
A Stranger to Trust
My roommate had a habit of pestering me for details on some of my cases, either for evening entertainment or genuine curiosity. For the most part, I could tell him about some of my private investigations on the condition I said nothing about clients'...
Foraging for New Beginnings
The job of a private detective didn't just involve performing investigations for a client. it never usually came down to the tropes a film noir fan like me usually expected from a standard mystery.
That Day, Part 10 - Pursuing Happiness (W.I.P)
And the few times i had run ins with private detectives after that had done nothing to improve my opinion of them.
Crushing Weight
A short commission for tyler king, little story about private detective and her slime girl partner, taking care of the bad guys, before rewarding themselves with sexy time. still accepting commissions though pay what you want deal.
Atlantic city blues
Some sort of private detective. he's down in c district, so i guess he is one of yours." emily said as she pushed a piece of paper into nicole's paws. she gave it a brief glance. there was an adress.
Act II
I cleared my throat and replied, "i am jansen tanner, private detective for hire. this is shane wayne, a marine friend of mine. and you are...?" the lady slowly stood up.
Things get hot
I saw on the display a large male horse in a typical private detective's suit. he walks to a house and knocks. a female cat answers the door. "i am pussy meow, how can i help you?" the cat said.