Hey, it’s Rey. The Boss has left us high and dry this week. So, it’s on us to put together a post.
I can’t think of a thing. You guys?
It’s JJ, hey. He-he. Can’t think of anything terribly exciting . . . you, Linda?
Given this isn’t a wine-review blog, I’d have to say no. I’ve got brain fatigue this week.
More like brain drain. It’s Rey again, hey. We-ell, that puts us in a bit of a bind. I say, let’s give a quick synopsis of our five cases—
Don’t be picky, Lindy-Loo. Connecticut wasn’t an official case, but it did give us the idea to become private eyes.
You decided that.
Funny, you two . . . not. I simply put the idea out there. And you two agreed.
Did too, Cousin Jilly! Did too!
LOL. Okay, did too . . . but not really. Anyway, Cousin Reynalda, honeybun, why don’t you give our friends a quick rundown of our five “cases”?
The Connecticut Corpse Caper
This has the three of us gathering for a week-long stay at wacky Aunt Mat’s haunted mansion (guess where it’s located?). There’s a sizable inheritance to be collected by those who manage to stay to the end. Those that decide to leave early—maybe not by choice—must give up their share. Bodies start to drop and the suspect list grows. Add to that a resident ghost, dark and dank passageways, and weird sounds behind walls, and you’ve got one heckuva mystery.
Can You Hula Like Hula Hattie?
The three of us have moved to Oahu and opened the Triple Threat Investigation Agency. Our first paying case has us trying to discover the “secret” of the young and pretty wife of an elderly millionaire. Sadly, she dies before we get too far. Several persons seem to have wanted her dead so we have our hands full figuring out who the murderer is. As luck would have it, a few more bodies turn up—and the perp list grows.
Buddy Feuer’s a gorgeous former socialite turned truck driver who’s been set up to take the fall for two murders. We don’t believe she’s guilty, no matter what the police believe and the evidence suggests. There’s one oddball character, Coco Petersen, who appears to be the key to solving this puzzler, but he’s disappeared. We have our P.I. work cut out for us!
Who torched two Chinatown art galleries and left two charred bodies in the rubble? That’s what we have to figure out. Are the arsonist and killer the same person? We think so and there is no end of possible perps. The day before the fire, Carlos Kawena, one of the arson victims, had an “ugly break-up” with his partner, James-Henri Ossature. There were financial issues, too. Could James-Henri have done the dastardly deed to collect insurance and be rid of his lover? What about the second victim, Mary-Louise Crabtree, a former queenpin? Given her sketchy past, might some former foe have murdered her? If so, was Carlos merely collateral damage? It’s a head-scratcher . . . but we do so love those.
HA-HA-HA-HA (or Ha-Ha-Ha-Ha if you’re on Amazon)
This case finds us on a serial killer’s “buddy” list. When he’s not taunting us, he’s challenging us to “play the game”—by his rules. The GrimReaperPeeper, as he introduced himself not long after we solved the art-gallery case, proves to be as intelligent as he is devious and dangerous. GRP, as we prefer to call him, leaves a lot of calling cards . . . and victims. DNA and fingerprints are never found; the guy’s good, unfortunately. But we’re not bad, either. <wink, wink>
So, maybe not that much of a brain drain. Maybe we’ve been relaxin’ a bit too much on the beach of late. <he-he>
One thought on “Brain Drain . . . ?”
I don’t know how you find the time to write a bunch of books. I truly am impressed.