"There was a moment when I changed from an amateur to a profssional. I assumed the burden of a profession, which is to write when you don't want to, don't much like what you're writing, and aren't writing particularly well." -Agatha Christie
Friday, February 7, 2014
A dead body, a missing
motorcycle, a strange key, and dope are at the bottom of the trouble Denton and Alex Davies, and Taffy, their Jack Russell
Terrier, run into when they head for their first stop in the SmokyMountains immediately after early retirement.
All Denton wants is to fish and recapture his wife’s love.
Instead, they find the body of Anthony Risler with a bullet hole in his head.
None of the campground people, or even the sheriff, pretend to like Denton and his snoopy questions, and everyone seems to be
Denton figures Risler’s missing bike has to hide some kind
of evidence that incriminates the murderer. Archie McGhee, the campground
manager is self-centered and greedy enough to hide the motorcycle for the
murderer, so why doesn’t he know where the bike is now? The Stillwells,
although good-looking and popular, brag way too much to suit the Davies. The
expensive S-shaped, ruby watch they foist onto Alex ought to play into the
mystery, yet Denton can find no evidence of it. The drug-using,
gun-toting man who chases Taffy knows more than he’s telling and raises
questions in Denton’s mind even when forced to partner with the man.
Why is the sheriff ignoring
obvious clues, and why would he leave a bribery note lying around where Denton’s
suspicious eyes can see it? When Denton finds
the keys with the strange looking C charm Alex and Denton realize only their
pastor’s wife, back in Ohio, and the small, cherry-wood box Risler gave her,
can provide the final clue they need to reveal the killer.
Denton wrestles with his personal demons of self-blame over
his nephew’s death while riding a bike. Alex resents Denton’s riding roughshod over her feelings. When he thinks
her love is fading, he’s determined to woo her back. But if he doesn’t find the
young man’s murderer, their love may stretch to the breaking point.
Denton and Alex Davies Mystery Chapter One
“I know what you said,” I growled. A
vision of my wife’s closet back home, filled with rows of shoes—basic colors
like black, blue, brown, and white, and a rainbow of colors—flashed across my
mind’s eye and nearly blinded me. Alexandria Davies had more shoes than any
middle class lady should admit to.
We strolled toward the campground
restaurant. The lights from the office behind us cast weird shadows on the
shortcut path. I scowled and opened my mouth to let Alex hear why she didn’t
need that eighty-sixth pair of shoes.
An explosive crack split the air
around us and blasted the fussing right out of my head. I dropped to the mossy
ground and pulled Alex down with me, breathing hard, my eyes searching the
shadowy darkness closing in on us.
The throbbing rumble of a fast
approaching Hog drowned out the creaks of nightlife, as the bike tore down the
road that ran parallel with the path we were on. In a blur of silver and black,
the sole rider wove from side to side in an imbecilic pattern.
Before I could dwell on it, a small,
dark car roared by, twenty feet or so behind the bike. All the windows were
dark except one, and something protruded from it. Something long, narrow, and
I blinked and hugged the edge of the
road even tighter. Couldn’t be a gun.
MEET THE AUTHOR:
Besides being a member and
active participant of many writing groups, Carole Brown enjoys mentoring
beginning writers. She loves to weave suspense and tough topics into her books,
along with a touch of romance and whimsy, and is always on the lookout for outstanding
titles and catchy ideas. She and her husband reside in SE Ohio but have ministered and counseled nationally and internationally.
Together, they enjoy their grandsons, traveling, gardening, good food, the
simple life, and did she mention their grandsons?