Monday, August 26, 2013

Beach Tale: "When We Were Middle Aged and Foolish", Final Installment


        This is the eighth—and final—installment of my serialized short mystery, “When We Were Middle Aged and Foolish.”   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’d found their killer.  Or more accurately, the killer had found them…

          When We Were Middle Aged and Foolish
Installment Eight of Eight

          Nothing would please me more than to report justice has been served and that Scott Hunter has been sent up the river for life without possibility of parole; that his twin-brother J.J. sailed with him for his knowledge of the murder; that Monica Lyn cleaned up in the divorce; and that I, as the hero of the day, returned to my quiet life as a cotton merchant in Memphis, Tennessee. But things didn’t turn out quite that way.
          Scott escaped and was tracked as far as Nova Scotia, where he just plain disappeared. He could be dead. Should be dead. Probably was dead. But there is the slim chance he is still alive and will some day track me down and finish the job of slicing me to pieces.

Monday, August 19, 2013

Beach Tale: "When We Were Middle Aged and Foolish", Seventh Installment

          This is the seventh  installment of my serialized short mystery, “When We Were Middle Aged and Foolish.”  The last installment will be posted next Monday.  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 going to search Monica Lyn's soo-to-be ex-husband’s house for the murder weapon.  You won’t believe what they find…

When We Were Middle Aged and Foolish
Installment Seven of Eight

            We returned to Monica Lyn’s old house, the one J.J. currently had custody of. J.J. was up in Boston for the day, having “unexpectedly received tickets to the Red Sox/Yankees game. Those tickets are hard to come by. Make that impossible. And I can’t imagine what strings Monica Lyn had to pull to get a pair. But I didn’t ask, and she didn’t tell.
           With the place to ourselves, we set out on a mission to find the murder weapon and/or the dismemberment tool. It’s not like the police hadn’t already searched the premises after our anonymous tip about the buried hacksaw, but we had the advantage in that Monica Lyn not only knew all the secret hidey-holes in the centuries-old mini-mansion, but also J.J.’s sneaky ways.

Monday, August 12, 2013

Beach Tale: "When We Were Middle Aged and Foolish", Sixth Installment


        This is the sixth installment of my serialized short mystery, “When We Were Middle Aged and Foolish.”  A new chapter will be posted every Monday for the next two 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, their plan to frame Monica Lyn’s soon-to-be ex-husband for murder was playing out as expected.  Or was it?

When We Were Middle Aged and Foolish
Installment Six of Eight

          “Damn Luminal,” Monica Lyn said as she slammed her cell phone on the kitchen counter the next afternoon.
          “What’s that?” I asked while spreading strawberry preserves on my wheat toast. We’d been up for hours, but I was just getting around to breakfasting.
          “It’s a chemical agent that detects the presence of human blood. Even if the item has been washed, traces of iron remain and cast off a blue light when Luminal is sprayed on it.”
          “So?” I slipped along the bench seat the table, my mouth watering at the idea of tasting the homemade strawberry preserves. Monica Lyn’s mother’s preserves were the best on the planet, and I hadn’t had any in years.

Saturday, August 10, 2013

Virginia is for Mysteries Blog

Hey...I don't think I mentioned that the 14 Virginia Authors included in the Virginia is for Mysteries anthology have started a blog about all things Virginia and/or writing.  Today was my day to post something inspirational.  It took a lot of thinking...and waiting for inspiration to hit.  Finally, after three chocolate kisses, the muses were summoned and I came up with a little thing I like to (appropriately) call,  "What I Did on Summer Vacation...1971."  If you want to see a picture of 10-year-old me, then click here.    



Monday, August 5, 2013

Beach Tale: "When We Were Middle Aged and Foolish", Fifth Installment

          This is the fifth installment of my serialized short mystery, “When We Were Middle Aged and Foolish.”  A new chapter will be posted every Monday for the next three 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, Monica Lyn had a plan to exact revenge on her soon-to-be ex-husband. 

When We Were Middle Aged and Foolish
Installment Five of Eight

          “Calling Doctor Morgan. Doctor Morgan. You’re needed, stat.” J.J. waved his empty tumbler in the air in a sloppy drunk way.  
          As bartender for the evening’s festivities, I concocted another pitcher of Dr. Pepper and Captain Morgan’s Spiced Rum (aka a Dr. Morgan), heavy on the rum, and poured another round. So far the plan seemed to be working well.
          We’d spent the last few hours sitting poolside, sipping the rum beverage and reliving the good old days of The Four Musketeers, which had consisted of me, Monica Lyn, J.J., and his younger-by-three-minutes twin brother, Scott. Last I heard Scott was serving a twenty-year sentence for running a methamphetamine lab in Cincinnati. And I’d come this close to marrying him.
          “This is better than my fourteenth birthday party,” Monica Lyn said, wiping tears of laughter from her eyes. We’d sure had some great times as kids.
          I poured another round. “Just promise me you won’t make me get another tattoo to commemorate the event.”
          Monica Lyn laughed so hard she fell out of her chair. J.J., ever the gentleman, helped her back up. I poured us all another round of Dr. Morgans.
          “You have a tattoo?” J.J. asked. “Do tell.”