All Bets Off (A Lieutenant David Chan Mystery, Chapter 18)

The crowd closed back around the table. Chan saw it had thinned, many not wanting to be near him in the…

On the Edge

We approach the Russian Border traveling from Kirkenes, Norway by boat. In order to come right to the borderline, we…

A man standing in front of Chan, turned to face him. “Oh wow,” the man said, “look who’s here. If it…

Stuck here at home, unable to see my family anymore,lying in bed at night I think, with short, shallow breaths…

It had always seemed ironic to Chan that the most mobbed-up pool hall in Honolulu sat a stone’s throw away…

The man, 30-something, points to his wrist: “Brah, what ti – ” I interrupt him, knowing where he’s going, and…

On the way to the Moana, Stillman filled Chan in on the young woman found on the beach. She’d been raped…

I’m watching through the running glass window, an old one from 1926.I see my father, his figure slightly distorted in…

Chan asked, “So when did Wo Fat and his four friends fly back to Shanghai?” “Oh,” said Kelly, “only the…

I wouldn’t get caught dead in Dubai, so probably then in the endthe tallest building I’ll ever have visited in…

Chan said simply that there were unanswered questions, but on the way to the station, he could see everything that…

He had a baby once.He didn’t survive the pregnancy.Neither did it. Neither did she.A crisis back then. What to do,…

Recovering himself, Chan said. “We found heroin in Cal’s locker at Siu Lum Pai. He stole it from one of the Mexicans…

I sliced the back of my neck the other day.Not huge, but not small either. Lots of blood.I was pissed.…

Father and son sat on the lānai of their Punchbowl home. The sunset was one of those spectacular Hawaiian ones so…

Those wet clothes discovered in the washing machine, that strong smell of mildew calling my attention.More than a bare cupboard,…

Chan gathered himself in the corridor outside Conrad Jones’s room. Now he would have to tell him about his son’s death. One…

Benevolent Time sat cross-legged on the mantle smiling,saying she’d push it over, her index finger often fakingflicking it, when, to…

Sure enough, there was a duffle bag in the locker. It contained three large bags of white powder. The next morning,…

It’s a storm brewing a good distance away, hit or pass me questions,perfectness of June moons, the chaos of a…