Mystery Stories

A decade ago, a mysterious tower appeared between two apartment buildings on Central Park West in New York City. Its appearance touched off a series of debates and investigations as to how and where the tower came from. With the new building came a set of very odd features. Such as people with histories already living in the tower. Every storm that came through the area seemed attracted to it. Then there were the dead bodies. One hundred twenty-three so far. This is the story of the Storm Tower.

This is the second in my Tugboat Man series. This time, Tug is in the race of his life against some very bad...well... not quite people. The title tells the tale. No, it has nothing to do with the Da Vinci code. But it's in the ballpark. The wife is from Atlantis, so there are some unavoidable sci-fi aspects. But this is actually nothing more than pure romantic adventure. I hope that you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it. D.T.

This is the most frequently downloaded of all my stories, so I thought I would post it here. It is the first of four in a series. I am posting the second one along with it. I'll add the other two if you like these. I consider myself the poet-laureate of the nerd world. And I want my stories to have a lot of twists and turns. That's what I am giving you here. I hope that you enjoy this as much as I did writing it.

The crime was committed long ago and the suspects thought they got away with it...But they can't hide forever.

The product of bio-engineering they search for their place and the man who made them what they are. They search for their humanity and sexuality. What a crappy life!

Robert Johnson investigates a water directive quietly altered in Cusco—records clean, reservoirs running wrong. A twenty-year veteran of impossible audits, he must find the seam before the lockdown lifts. A slow-burn procedural about accountability, evidence, and the systems we trust.

Her name is Twix. It's the one she picked. She pulls espresso, keeps the tip jar exactly one hand's width from the edge, notices what everyone's hands are doing, and does not explain herself. It's a good life. She chose it. The rest is her business, and she is very good at keeping what's hers.