The only thing better than complaining about the bitter cold of winter was complaining about the endless heat of summer.
Morituri te Salutant By D.I. Jolly
If love isn’t connection, then what is it?”
Insanity 4 by D.I. Jolly
“Never let it be said that the apocalypse wasn’t beautiful.”
Lint by D.I. Jolly
“Alright son, let’s do this one more time, from the top. Where were you from 2 am last Wednesday morning?”
The Order By D.I. Jolly
The words scrawled across the walls read,
‘Only two ways to enter.’
United State of America By D.I. Jolly
“Buckle in son, I have a lot to say, none of its nice and some of it probably doesn’t make sense.”
Mind Games by D.I. Jolly
“What good is a detective who can’t even solve a simple Sudoku?”
Why Not?
This was tropical, the kind of heat that filled a room and hung on your shoulders like a hot wet blanket. The kind of heat that feels like drowning if you breathed too deeply. The kind of heat that Jones P.I. hated most.
Virtual Reality by D.I. Jolly
On Mondays, everyone’s tired from the weekend, on Friday they’re fed up from work. Wednesday is hump day and Thursday is mini-Friday so I guess the only work people do, or at least the only good work people do is, on Tuesday.
The Cost of Change 2 By D.I. Jolly
“Thank you so much for coming, I’m sorry I had to keep you waiting, but no matter what is going on in a school there is always something else happening. Please take a seat.”