This is the fourth installment of my serialized short mystery, “When We Were Middle Aged and Foolish.” A new chapter will be posted every Monday for the next four weeks. If you missed the first installments, click here to be taken to the page of what’s been posted so far.
For those of you returning, a quick reminder when last we left our middle-aged amateur sleuths, they were at the Sagucci Bay police station trying to explain how’d they’d come to find a dead body in a trash can...
When We Were Middle Aged and Foolish
Installment Four of Eight
Since it was determined that Kitty Kline had been dead for a couple of days and I had an airtight alibi working at my job at a cotton merchant more than 1,000 miles away in
, I was off the hook for murder. Charges
for Accessory After the Fact, Breaking and Entering, and Urinating in Public
were still pending, but the attorney I found in the Yellow Pages had me sprung
on my own recognizance by suppertime. And just like in a bad movie, I’d been
warned not to leave town. Memphis, Tennessee
Monica Lyn wasn’t so lucky. With means, motive, opportunity, and the trail of blood down
she was a slam dunk for the prosecution. But the judge took into account her
twelve-year stint as a city council person, nine years as Girl Scout Troop 83
leader, six years as PTA President, and current fundraising chair for the local
no-kill animal shelter, and deemed her a low-flight risk. Bail was set at an
amount easily covered via a cash advance on her VISA.
A smart woman would let the police take it from here. A really smart woman would hire a private investigator to help things along. And then there’s Monica Lyn. She decided to take things into her own hands.