The visitors streamed out of Lola’s apartment to find several additional policemen standing guard in the courtyard. Abel saw his boss separate himself from the Police Commissioner. He knew it was a silent signal that...
Twack! Peter Abel’s dart burrowed into double eleven and he was out. Clarke swore and sat down on his stool, totally deflated. He and Abel had met here at the White Horse for the third...
Five thousand miles away in London, Peter Abel was enjoying an English breakfast of poached eggs and kippered herring. His hotel bordered Kensington Gardens, and he was looking forward to a leisurely post-prandial stroll. Although Chief...
The town of Bammakk City was readying for sleep when Abel reached his room in the Maxi Hotel about 10 P.M. His back ached from the rough ride, his hands sore from gripping the handle...
Abel spent the next day preparing for his assignment. By nightfall, he had memorized the profiles of his subjects, including top government officials, leaders of the majority party, their families and their key aides. The most...
Peter Abel’s hunches as an investigative journalist had always brought trouble. But had he known the kind of trouble this particular story would cause him, Abel might have hesitated, though it wasn’t in his nature...