Sergeant Carroll’s eyes narrowed as he watched the pretty brunette retrieve her phone from the floor and gather her bags and chattels around her once more, before shaking her hair from her eyes and shouldering her way through the door of the Post Office Cafe. Her body language suggested a big, overblown greeting in the…
Harriet P. Hercules, intrepid reporter (because there always is one), notebook and pens at the ready, camera to hand (well, iPhone), on the brink of a piece of masterful investigative journalism, reporting for business to uncover a story so sensational, her career would skyrocket – absolute dead cert!
I’m at the table in the breakfast room, freshly washed and pyjama-d. It’s Thursday evening as I write this, and I’m calm, which is truly delightful. This time last trip, I was stuck, panicking, blowing grape-flavored* Hubba-Bubba-Tantrum-Bubbles, wrapped in my kaftan, being talked through the process by my wonderful amazing BlogWife, Beth. “Just do the…
“No, I’m home and safe now,” Tom told his Grandma. “They didn’t keep me in, and from their questions, I don’t think they think I’m involved, but Grandma, Grandma…I’m so worried about you, and everyone in the village, WHY are you all so mutinous about this – why are you all so determined to carry the…
“If I were a crayon? What the actual…it *really* says that?!” DCI Lucas rolled his eyes to the heavens as the voice at the other end of the phone answered with a long affirmative.
“What do you mean, they all tested positive for blood spatter? Every single one…even the children? Why are the patterns inconsistent with the murder…and where the HELL is whatever weapon was used to cut him in two?” With the phone held tight between his ear and shoulder, Detective Chief Inspector Lucas closed his eyes and massaged his…
I’ve already read one speed-written post this evening. My friend Gigi (who assures me she might, perhaps, link up with us) was charged with writing a post in an hour. Would that I had the luxury of an hour! Nay, fair friends – I have but 16 minutes until I’m officially late for keeping up…
Who’s done it? I bet you have. Four days into the new year and I told myself (like you probably did) that I wasn’t going to be one of those people…you know…those stupid idiot people…the ones who, in spite of gearing up for and celebrating New Year’s Eve in whatever fantasmagorical way they chose, somehow *cannot* remember…
Tom’s mind span out of control as he tried to process the new information – that his darling Grandma was somehow at least partially (maybe) responsible for a grisly murder – and slowly his sense of vision returned, revealing the face of that beloved lady peering anxiously into his.
Tom staggered backwards, reeling in shock as he registered that the one person he had never considered capable of treachery was embroiled, perhaps even up to her neck, in this grisly tale. “Grandma?” “Tom, dear, you have to understand – he was a threat to the whole village. He had such ways about him as I never…
Considerings 