Tag Archives: gun

Flatmate shoot-out (Belle)

Posted on January 27, 2012 by Dreamaticus

I didn’t know what I had done to upset my flatmate but she was not taking it at all well. The gunfire had been going on for at least ten minutes and I was fortunate that my swivel chair was … Continue reading →

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The shame of Jonathan Ross’ brother’s criminal career (Rousse)

Posted on January 7, 2012 by Dreamaticus

My sister J was a criminal mastermind. Her two children served as the key members of her gang. My mentor – who would eventually become my partner provided that I proved myself – was one of Jonathan Ross’ brothers (although … Continue reading →

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Belle the gangsters’ moll

Posted on August 12, 2011 by Dreamaticus

It was the 1920s and I had infiltrated a notorious gang operating from barges on the canals of south east London. They had early mobile technology, years ahead of its time, which involved carrying around television monitors. By the end … Continue reading →

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Vincent Price, gun play and spaghetti hoops (Belle)

Posted on June 13, 2011 by Dreamaticus

Desperate to impress, I told the man that my friends were living in Vincent Price’s cinema. I promised to take him there even though I knew I couldn’t navigate my way through the labyrinthine corridors and tunnels. It was obvious … Continue reading →

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Rousse hangs on to her turquoise trapezium handbag and reports a crime

Posted on May 12, 2011 by Dreamaticus

All I wanted was some peace and quiet at home in my pyjamas when the doorbell rang and a whole family of cleaners marched into the hall. It would have been rude to refuse them entry so while they all … Continue reading →

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UK’s cheapest print cartridges found in… North Berwick? (Rousse)

Posted on January 27, 2011 by Dreamaticus

With his mop of blond hair and angelic five year-old face he made an unlikely criminal, but when I confronted this gun-toting infant terrorist in the wood I was terrified. Although my revolver rested safely in my handbag, it would … Continue reading →

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Belle, Bonnie and Clyde

Posted on January 7, 2011 by Dreamaticus

The couple was young, blond and extremely dangerous. The press had described them as a modern day Bonnie and Clyde. Their delicate looks, matching earth-tone outfits and genuine, open affection for each other had me seething with jealousy – despite … Continue reading →

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Rousse’s disturbed night’s sleep and cheating husband

Posted on January 5, 2011 by Dreamaticus

Such was the urgency when I woke that I immediately reached for the pen and paper on the bedside table. It was imperative that I capture my funny dream before it had a chance to escape into the night. It … Continue reading →

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Karaoke? Shoot me now please (Belle)

Posted on December 7, 2010 by Dreamaticus

The rest of the firm was preparing for the big night’s entertainment – an evening of dinner, drinking and karaoke in the barn. No-one asked me if I was looking forward to it. Surely they must all know by now … Continue reading →

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