683: The Adventures of Sure-Lock Homes; Part II

Not every Sure-Lock Home boasted such powerful pedigrees of crime stopping. One such house, nestled into a quiet neighborhood to the south of London, hardly saw a crime in its entire existence. At least, not until Wednesday November 4th. On that night, Jeremiah Wilkers murdered his wife. It was a quiet, peaceful murder. Nothing much…

659: The Normal Doctor

Felix was a normal doctor. Nothing more, nothing less. And this, of course, was a problem. It had been decided in the Great Munich decision of 2135 that all normal doctors, being defined as those doctors who practiced medicine in person and without the aid of an electronic intermediary, should be phased out of existence.…

648: The Body

On Tuesday Jeremy went out to get the cows. It was a fairly normal thing for Jeremy to do on Tuesdays. In fact, it would be a normal thing for Jeremy to do on Wednesday or Thursday. But this particular day was a Tuesday, and Jeremy was getting the cows. He was about halfway down…

629: A Night At The Morgue

Maxine was enjoying her night at the morgue. Not that she was a morbid person or anything, but when one has a job as the night watch at the morgue one may as well make the most of it. At about midnight she sat down in the cafeteria to eat a sandwich. She was about…

586: Murder At The University

(An earlier version of this story was incorrectly billed as number 486. Although not technically correct, I do promise that your intelligence will drop by at least 100 if you read this story.) It was only a small matter of murder, but that didn’t make a difference to Belinda. No matter how small or large…

581: Every Single Dart

Cordelia was very good at darts. So good that she had her own dartboard in the basement. When friends came over she would frequently challenge them to a game of darts. Brett should have known this, but he didn’t. “Hey Brett, want to play darts?” Asked Cordelia. Do you think Brett won? Nope. Brett sucked…