It was very late, but the flashing light on the phone would not be denied.
THE FALLEN by Mike Murphy
“May I have your leaves please?”
THE LAST BULLET by Mike Murphy
Roga was the first to go missing.
THE CHOICE by Mike Murphy
The man didn’t know who had miscalculated the amount of food to store, him or the boss, but it really didn’t matter at this point. His animals were eating each other to survive.
SWITCH by Mike Murphy
Trudging through the field behind his house, eight-year-old Harry Cole was as mad as he had ever been.
HOTLINE by Mike Murphy
Lou liked seeing the blinking lights on his desk telephone. It meant people needed his help.
12 by Mike Murphy
He understood once he saw what was beside his wife’s bowl of Golden Grahams. “It’s in my horoscope, isn’t it?”
LAST CALL by Mike Murphy
Nick Patterson was snoring lightly, forming a trio with his ticking clock and the chirping crickets, when the phone rang.