Hut Town is the remnants of the original Martian settlement; a collection of inflatable buildings abandoned by the Trust Authority and the mining corporations and now occupied by those catering to the baser needs of miners and construction workers in for a spree. But when a corpse is found in one of the service tunnels, Chief Inspector McKernan is called in. He has plenty of questions. Who's body is it? How did they die? How did they get to Mars in the first place, and why weren't they missed? And the most important one on the Inspector's mind- are there any more bodies down there? This book...

Trial by Magic Five New Tales from the Casebook of Egil Njalsson, Wizard at Law Egil Njalsson is just another practicing attorney. Except, that is, for the occasional unusual client. Such as the ghost who retained his services using e-mail. Or the wolf who has been cursed by an Indian shaman to turn into a human during the full moon. Or the Leprechaun who is facing the loss of his saloon. Even when the clients are human, they have unusual problems like the Creole chef accused of making a rival a zombie or the scientist accused of transmuting a man into a statue of silicon. Yet somehow, Egil...

The mean streets of Star City - a hollowed out asteroid circling a failed star in the middle of nowhere - breed a special sort of man. With grifters, hoodlums, and two-bit con-men from every planet In human space trying to make the big score, it takes someone like Frank Sladek, P.I., sometime private detective, sometime finder of lost items, to navigate the maze of corruption and double-crosses that is Star City. As quick with his wit as with a needler or laser pistol, Sladek can handle anyone, except maybe the dames. These are just a few of the Star City Stories.

Novellas Featuring The Fictional Detective
The Fictional Detective has gotten out of the Private Investigator game. Instead, he's trying to write hard-boiled masterpieces such as Death Buys a Condo. But despite the fact that the door of his office now says WRITER, some of his clients haven't gotten the word. And a strange lot of clients they are. A man that only contacts him during seances because, well, he's dead; a female impersonator who has inherited a house that's just a little too haunted for the market, and a small time gambler who's trying to end an affair with Lady Luck.
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It began with a missing college student, but when her body is discovered months later in the cellar of an abandoned building it became much more, drawing in an unlikely trio of a private detective, a policeman and a professor of English as they try to track down a serial killer. But is that all the killer is? Again and again the three of them find themselves asking that question as they search for the Uncorrupted Corpse.

Frank Slade has a pretty good life going. He's given up his former life as a private investigator to write detective novels. He has a beautiful wife and all the money he needs. But, like most of us, Frank has some existential questions-except Frank's are a bit more serious, like does he really exist? Where did he come from? Questions like that. Worse yet, he is afraid of what the answers might be. Still, he has mostly managed to ignore these questions. That is, until someone starts murdering the other mystery writers in town-doing it using Frank's face. Suddenly, Frank Slade finds himself...