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The Finest in Crime and Suspense Short Fiction
January/February 2023

Welcome to Alfred Hitchcock’s Mystery Magazine! Discover original, spine-tingling stories by top-notch authors and new writers from all corners of the mystery genre, plus news, reviews, and more… to make your blood run cold!

Dead Man’s Shoe
Floyd Sullivan

The Price
Eric Rutter

Booked & Printed
Laurel Flores Fantauzzo


The Perfect Holiday Gift
Linda Landrigan

The Story That Won
In 250 words or less…

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In any mystery, the careful deployment of clues, character, setting, and foreshadowing can be seen as the author’s fingerprints.



157 Nominations from the full breadth of mystery genres

37 Award-winning stories

Edgar, Agatha, Barry, Arthur Ellis, Robert L. Fish, Macavity, Shamus, Thriller, Anthony


Great stories of any genre are rooted in characters — well-drawn, individual, and credibly motivated…

Alfred Hitchcock’s Mystery Magazine is one of the oldest and most influential magazines of short mystery and crime fiction in the world. Launched over 60 years ago, today AHMM maintains a tradition of featuring both promising aspiring writers and talented authors, spanning the full spectrum of sub-genres from dark noir to graphic works.

Meet the Who’s Who of Alfred Hitchcock’s Mystery Magazine authors! View The Lineup of contributors in the current issue, see what motivates our writers, and much more.

Holidays and crime go well together because they offer such clear contrasts. Holidays are not only times of celebration, but also of well-ordered customs, rituals, and traditions. Against such a backdrop, the disorder and chaos of crime stand out all the more clearly—and crime’s resolution, with its restoration of order, is all the more satisfying. Our new issue features a bounty of stories adding a dark piquancy to the seasonal cheer.

The holidays regularly bring together extended families for a festive, if sometimes fraught, meal, and Steve Hockensmith captures the angst that arises when one young adult graduates to “The Grown-ups’ Table.” 

“Skeletons in the Closet”… Get the latest news, check out Editor Linda Landrigan’s blog, enjoy lively podcasts, test your mystery puzzling mettle, see if you have what it takes to be a mystery writer. It’s all here.

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Dead Man’s Shoe
by Floyd Sullivan

The cottage doorbell rang at about ten thirty in the morning as I sat at the small kitchen table downloading images from my camera to my laptop. The soft, dull gong surprised me because first, I wasn’t aware that the tiny house on Keuka Lake had a bell, and second, I didn’t know anyone within hundreds of miles. That’s why I had driven over twelve hours to New York’s Finger Lakes in the first place. To be alone. Annoyed, I stood and went to the front door, letting the transfer of the large, hi-res photographs continue without my supervision.

Two men, one tall, thin, and elderly and the other young and of average height and weight, stood on the porch. They wore identical black uniform shirts with seven-point brass star badges pinned above the left pocket flaps, matching black ties that almost disappeared into their shirts, and black baseball caps with Yates Country Sheriff Department patches above the bills. The older officer’s wardrobe was crisply pressed, his tie perfectly knotted between the points of his razor sharp collar. The younger officer’s shirt hadn’t been ironed recently. READ MORE


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The Price
by Eric Rutter

It starts when Jane says, “I’ve been thinking about turning myself in.”

I say “starts,” but this isn’t the first time she’s said that. She’s done it I don’t know how many times over the years. Usually it’s just out of the blue, like this time: We’re driving home from the farmer’s market on a Saturday morning and she just blurts it out. Her tone says she’s been thinking about it a while.

I don’t say anything, I just drive. Sometimes she drops it if I don’t respond. Other times we’ve talked it through, sometimes at length but never really seriously. Just, you know, letting her get it out of her system. But there’s that tone in her voice this time. I can tell she’s not going to drop it. So I’m not surprised when she looks over at me and says, “Ever since last year.” READ MORE

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