THE GAMES WE PLAY By Mark Posey
O’Halloran Story 2.0
Thriller Suspense Short Story
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A desperate thief and a hostage…
When an armed robber forces his elderly woman hostage to drive him away from the scene of his crime, Detective Michael O’Halloran’s pursuit reminds him of other games he has been forced to play, games that ended as unhappily as this one might…
The Games We Play is a Michael O’Halloran suspense short story from Mark Posey.
This book is part of the O’Halloran suspense series:
1.0: Crime and Gummibears
2.0: The Games We Play
A suspenseful short story
{Also see: Thrillers, Suspense, Short Stories.}
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I really enjoyed The Games We Play. This is a short story with a lot packed in it. The author manages to tell of a current situation happening in the detectives’s life while reminiscing about a childhood event while neatly tying them together with an easy flow.
This second story with Detective Sergeant Michael O’Halloran comes with a lot of flashbacks- situations which formed his character. An interesting way to tell his story. I am normally not a suspense or crime reader, but the stories by Mark Posey are my exeption.
In this story Detective Michael O'Halloran stops a bank robbery. But this story also is a reflection of what he learned as a boy growing up.
Mark Posey is an extremely talented author.
A immersive short story about the interesting character, Michael O'Halloran.
Told through a current crisis and Mike's childhood memories I'd highly recommend reading the first story in the series: Crime & Gummibears, for the most enjoyment.
I really enjoy Mark Posey's writing style where the character drops little pearls of hindsight and realisation without creating too much stress for me as a reader but still a very invested sense of suspense.
That delightful little plot twist at the end, which I never predict, delights me every time!
Good short story that really gets into who the detective is on s personal level. I enjoyed this tale and am looking forward to more.
The Games We Play, by Mark Posey, is a short story, telling of a piece of the past for Michael O'Halloran, a man formed by events in his childhood, forcing him to be a better person. Love the twists and turns in the story. I'll read anything by Posey.
I especially loved the detective’s realistic fears and his response to Mrs. Renfrew in THE GAMES WE PLAY. Overall I found the changes in perspective a bit jarring. I think if there weren’t quite as many, I would have enjoyed the story even more. But still a great tale!
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Excerpt
EXCERPT FROM THE GAMES WE PLAY
COPYRIGHT © MARK POSEY 2023
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The old woman looked scared to death.
So did the kid holding the revolver against her head. I didn’t have to look hard to see the track marks in the crooks of his arms.
“Son, my name is Detective Sergeant O’Halloran. If you need a fix, I can get that for you, but you have to let the lady go. Otherwise, trust me when I tell you there’s no way this ends good for you.” I held my hands out imploringly, my badge dangled from one of them.
He just stared at me, his eyes wide, and he swallowed nervously.
I tried to sound as calm and soothing as I could, given my heart was pounding in my chest as I stood between him and the door. “Just put the gun down and let’s talk about this.”
His voice quavered as he spoke. “I can’t…” He looked panicked and shoved the revolver’s barrel against the old woman’s temple. “I just…I can’t.”
Her eyes flickered closed and her bony, arthritic hands tightened around the skinny forearm he held across her throat. Her handbag hung from the crook of her arm. He was keeping her in front of him, using her as a shield. Because of me.
Up until that moment, it had been a night like any other. I’d just got off shift and was heading home. I had only stopped at the convenience store to pick up a pack of gummi bears to leave on old man Sanks’s headstone.
And now adversity was here to teach me another lesson.
