The Truth
His clenched fist landed furiously on the desk like a gavel pronouncing judgment. He looked up at the detective with his pathetic, tear-rimmed eyes...
The Inside Job
A faint, almost inaudible knock sounded on Harold Pierpont’s door causing him to look up from the manuscript he was analyzing. A scowl covered...
Stand Up
The dim room was almost filled to capacity — not bad for a Wednesday night. The buzzing hum of alcohol-induced conversation mingled with the...
Aunt Ida’s Audit
‘There was a message on the answering machine from my doctor’s office saying that I left my underpants there.” ...
Lif3 iN theS3 Un1t3d Stat3s
I am sitting in front of my computer, trying to access my Transcom Bank account. The company has rules for setting passwords that don’t...