Five, Four, Three, Two, One

A quick countdown to the last day . . .

Coco’s Nuts, the third mystery in the Triple Threat Investigation Agency series, is available for 99 cents today, the last day of the promo.

It’s Linda today (or Lindy-Loo, as Rey likes to call me too often).

As still newbie P.I.s, we become entrenched in our second paying assignment: proving socialite-turned-trucker Buddy Feuer did not shoot her boss, infamous entrepreneur Jimmy Picolo.  If that’s not bad enough, a few days later her best friend, Eb, is found dead in a nearby alley.  Oh, it gets worse: not long after that, Razor, Picolo’s assistant, receives five fatal bullets in his bulky frame.  Unfortunately, all the evidence points at our pretty client. 

In the search for answers, JJ, Rey and I deal with a sundry of suspects.  Many persons hated Picolo enough to kill him—no news there—but determining who pulled the trigger proves quite challenging.  And, apparently, the killer hates Buddy as well, because she’s been set up to take the fall.

Our detecting leads us down a few detours, like the world of high-stakes gambling and the not-so-friendly limb-breakers that reside within it.  Picolo’s daughter, Annia, owes thousands of dollars to debt collectors in Vegas and on Oahu.  Was this motivation to kill her father, so that she could collect from the will?  Or did Picolo’s son, Jimmy Junior, want to take charge of his father’s multiple and highly successful businesses?

What about nutty Coco Peterson?  A driver for Picolo, the weird little  pest (as some might call him) has been MIA since his boss’ murder.  Alas, while searching Picolo’s million-dollar Haleiwa retreat, the we discover “bits” of Coco—his tattoo and jewelry.  It appears pesty Coco is another casualty, but locating the rest of him is as difficult as proving Buddy innocent.

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On Day Five, What’s Wrong with One More High Five . . .

. . . to mark the last day of the Forever Poi promo.  It’s JJ today, hey-ho.

Forever Poi is the fourth mystery and third official paying case in the Triple Threat Investigation Agency series.  It has us—my cousin Rey, her best friend Linda, and myself—out to solve a double-arson and murder.  The big question: who torched two Chinatown art galleries and left two charred bodies in the rubble?

Are the arsonist and killer the same individual?  We’re pretty sure he/she is and as we attempt to find out who he/she is, we encounter a plethora of possible culprits.  The day before the fire, Carlos Kawena, one of the arson victims, had a rather nasty break-up with his lover-partner, James-Henri Ossature.  There were financial issues, too, which has us wondering: 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 a former foe have murdered her?  If so, was Carlos merely collateral damage?

We’re hired by insurance adjuster Xavier Shillingford to assist in the investigation and it soon becomes apparent that a professional arsonist did not set the fires.  As we immerse themselves in this perplexing and complex case, we find a few more bodies lying at our feet . . . and twists and turns that have our heads reeling.  But who doesn’t welcome a challenge or three?

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Day Four,  Only Two More

. . . days of the Forever Poi promo.  You’ve got Rey again, hey!

Me, JJ and Linda, private eyes from the Triple Threat Investigation Agency get a new case: figuring out who burned down two art galleries (and left two bodies in the ashes). 

There are a lot of suspects . . . and more bodies . . . and one crazy, but thrilling, rollercoaster ride.  We deal with a femme fatale, torch, angry exes, eager-to-please lovers, and a former queenpin, among others, and trying to pry (legitimate) info from them is no easy feat.

There’s also this dude, a big brute and associate of a double agent JJ accidentally killed, who wasn’t happy about what happened—and he decides to let JJ know exactly how not happy he is.

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Day Three, Not Quite Free

Welcome to the third day of the Forever Poi promo.  It’s JJ today, hey-ho.

For 99 cents, you can get a copy of our third exciting case.  In case you’re not familiar with us, we’re private eyes from the Triple Threat Investigation Agency—me (JJ), my cousin Rey, and her BFF, Linda.

Two up-and-coming art galleries are torched and two bodies found in the rubble.  We’re hired to find the arsonist by our new adjuster friend, Xavier Shillingford.  It’s a complicated and crazy case, with several possible suspects and another cast of curious characters . . .

♠  Crispy:  known island torch

♠  Cholla:  beautiful femme fatale

♠  James-Henri:  Cholla’s brother, and ex-lover and gallery partner of one of the victims, Carlos

♠  Mary-Louise:  the second victim

♠  Bizz:  a local artist with possibilities

♠  Bayat:  one of Cholla’s starry-eyed (will-do-anything) lovers

♠  Franklen:  another one of Cholla’s starry-eyed (will-do-anything) lovers

♠  Morten:  a tough-as-nails associate of a deceased double agent

♠  Race:  Cholla’s ex (one soured by an ugly divorce)

♠  Dan:  Cholla’s ex (one soured by an ugly divorce)

And the list goes on.  There are a sundry of potential reasons for a sundry of crimes.  We’re certainly kept on our still-newbie toes.  But we excel at persistence and perseverance.  LOL

If you’d like to learn how we solve the case, please check us out at:

https://www.amazon.ca/Forever-Poi-Tyler-Colins/dp/1079716483

Day Two, Bargain for You

It’s the second day of the Forever Poi promo.  Hi there.  It’s Linda today.

I’m going to keep it short and sweet, and provide an excerpt which I hope piques your interest.

For 99 cents, you can get a copy of our third case as private eyes from the Triple Threat Investigation Agency.  Someone torched two art galleries and left two bodies in the ashes.  It proves complex with many twists and turns, and suspects . . . and bodies.  Just when we’re sure we have it figured out, something unexpected happens!

“Why do you suppose he’s not returned calls?” Rey asked as we followed the Jag along Kapiolani, five cars behind. “Guilt? Sadness? A combination of?”

“Only he can answer that.”

“Who’s the woman looking very Audrey Hepburn?”

“The same one I’ve seen twice already.”

“But who is she?”

“Your guess is—”

“As good as mine, yeah.”

“Xavier mentioned a half sister. Maybe that’s her.”

“From what little I’ve seen, there’s absolutely no resemblance. James-Henri has a dumpling nose and a donut-round face.”

“And he has hazel eyes while hers are powder-blue,” I added. “I did say ‘maybe’.”

“She’s certainly very attractive. And that designer red lipstick is awesome.”

The sporty car pulled into one of three empty spaces before a row of unexceptional townhouse-condos near Ward and Prospect. Most had once been dusty pink and were now just plain dusty. I maneuvered into a parking spot on the street.

Rey scanned stores and checked her cell. “That’s Carlos’ place.”

“Really?” I looked at her, surprised. “How do you know?”

“Gail emailed just before you picked me up. She told me she’d be researching the two as soon as she got home, but had done some preliminary stuff and came across this address. Given his background and everything, she found it weird.” She appeared perturbed. “Not what you’d expect a successful gallery owner-slash-consultant to live in, is it?”

“He did have financial issues according to Ald.”

She gestured the duo. “They don’t appear to want to do much but yak and watch.”

“Maybe they know we’re back here.”

“Then why stop?”

“You got me,” I replied with a fleeting smile, keeping a vigilant eye on the two lest they shot off again.

“He must have a key.”

I concurred.

“It’s odd that Carlos lived here and James-Henri there. I mean, they were lovers, at least until recently. I can’t imagine one allowing the other to live in such a . . . a blah place.”

“Blah?” I grinned.

“Ugly. Cheap. It’s not in keeping with the lifestyle or persona he was projecting.”

“You mean successful gallery owner?” I asked dryly, noting that neither sportscar occupant appeared anxious or concerned.

Rey grunted into her cell when taiko drumming announced a call. “We got James-Henri and an Audrey Hepburn wannabe in sight. What’s up? You at the office?” She glanced at me and shrugged. After a few uh-huhs, she disconnected. “Lindy-Loo wants us to head home when we’re able.”

“Is she all right?”

“She’s something, that’s for sure,” my cousin replied flatly and gestured. “Our prey aren’t doing much.”

“Either are we,” I said regretfully.

“To hell with that.” With Reynalda Fonne-Werde melodramatic (reckless) flair, my cousin sprang from the Jeep and strode purposefully to the Jag.

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Day One, Back to Having Fun

Today’s the first day of the five-day Forever Poi 99-cent promo.

We’re taking turns, so today, you’ve got Rey.  Hey!  Poi was an exciting (and challenging) case, to say the least.  Let me give you a quick rundown.

Our third Triple Threat Investigation Agency case as official private eyes has me, JJ, and Linda out to solve a double-arson—and murder.  The perp who torched two Chinatown art galleries also left two charred bodies in the rubble. 

We think the pyro and killer are the same person but there’s a slew of possible culprits.  The day before the fire, Carlos Kawena, one of the arson victims, had this real ugly break-up with his partner, James-Henri Ossature.  There were financial issues, too. 

Maybe James-Henri was desperate to collect insurance and be rid of his lover at the same time.  What about the second victim, Mary-Louise Crabtree?  She was a former queenpin, among other things, so maybe someone she’d p’o’d in past murdered her? 

It gets pretty complicated pretty fast . . . but we love to be tested and prove that we’re skilled private eyes (even if we’re fairly new to the game, er, profession).

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Living the Life Being Live

HA-HA-HA-HA, the Triple Threat Investigation Agency’s latest case, is now live on Next Chapter’s new website:

https://www.nextchapter.pub/books/ha-ha-ha-ha

You can begin reading the book directly on this page . . . and, if your curiosity is piqued, there are purchase links in the beginning and end if you decide to buy and continue reading the book.

A quick blurb . . .

The pretty P.I.s from the Triple Threat Investigation Agency—JJ, Rey, and Linda—have a new [non-paying] case, thanks to a serial killer who has taken a serious interest in them.  The GrimReaperPeeper has challenged them to “play the game”, by his rules.

Rules are made to be broken, however—or, at the very least, changed.

Baffled, the trio attempt to determine who he might be . . . not an easy feat, given the lack of constructive evidence and cast of oddball characters. As they endeavor to stop the man from killing again, they must solve a couple of other cases: verifying whether a hubby has a roving eye and ascertaining who is stalking a young, beautiful woman.

Could it be that these two cases somehow intertwine?  And who will prove the ultimate winner in this deadly game of taunts and perplexities: the clever and cunning killer, or the persevering and persistent private eyes?

Another feature on the page: direct commenting on my book pages, which allows us to communicate directly.  Perhaps you’d like to offer feedback . . . ?

Aloha from JJ, Rey, and Linda!

The Flopping Bouncing Blank-Minded Bed-Time Blogger

It’s Saturday and the post of the day just wasn’t coming; the funny thing is, it did, during the night.  Then . . . blankness.

Did yours truly get up at any time between flopping and bouncing for hours on end, to write down that notion?  Did yours truly remember in the a.m.?  Of course not.  It was . . . sheer blankness.

What I do remember:

♦ flopping from one side of the queen-size bed to the other like a water-filled balloon being propelled from one side of the room to the other

♦ flipping like a flapjack (and rather craving a plate with blueberry preserves)

♦ bouncing like a bunny from the headrest to the footboard, and

♦ contemplating worthy post ideas to, uh, post.

Could have gone with a review.  Read two great manuscripts recently, but neither are officially published, so that wouldn’t have been fair to the authors.

Might have gone with some editing/proofing tips.  Yawn.  Literally (and frequently).

Didn’t think about featuring an author . . . until now.

Didn’t want to have the Triple Threat Investigation Agency gals post on my behalf—they’re busy on the Murphie the missing (birdnapped) mynah bird case.

I don’t normally leave things until the last minute (but there are circumstances that make it difficult to follow the Girl Guide motto of “be prepared” . . . especially, well in advance).

So, there you have it . . . a post about . . . producing a post . . .

Hmm.  Now I have flapjacks on the brain.  Guess I’ll just have to make some, won’t I (elsewise that craving’s going to hang around, unlike that middle-of-the-night post notion)?

Enjoy your weekend!

A September Swan Song . . . Not

While there are times I want to walk away from this blog—simply not having the time or energy to post one more <bleeping> thing—I still can’t quite bring myself to sing that final swan song.

I know, in time, I’ll be able to approach this with fresh information/ideas.  The posts will flow freely once again.  It’s just a question of time and timing.

Rey, JJ, and Linda have been an enormous help over the last while, posting on my behalf with items of interest [primarily] to them.  But without them, I’d have doffed my top hat and bowed out long ago.

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Writing is a labor of love, that’s for sure—has been for years.  The ability to write tales, weave plots, bring characters to life, like the three private eyes from the Triple Threat Investigation Agency, is sheer joy.  Of course, it doesn’t always come easily.  In fact, at times, it’s as if I have to bang my head into a wall to make something happen . . . other than the promised headache.

Editing is something else that also brings immense pleasure.  I’m not a great editor, but I’m a pretty darn good one.  I love being able to help others, to bring some life to their stories however and wherever I can.  A thank-you is never expected (and, frequently, doesn’t come), but assisting someone in bettering themselves is gratifying.  That not everyone wants the advice—the “tips”—is fine.

The point of this post?  Nothing of major note, to be honest . . . except to say thank you for following me (and the trio from the agency) . . . to let me help where/ when I can . . . to read these posts and “like” them.  I’d like to think that over the years, I’ve triggered the odd smiles or chuckles, or provoked notions or impressions.

There’ll likely be a swan song, one day—just not today.

A Song by JJ

I guess it’s time for me to provide something “creative”.  I’m not into poetry very much and I didn’t feel like writing a short story, so  . . .   I thought I’d go with a song.  Which, I suppose, isn’t very different from a poem.  But what do I know about songwriting?  <LOL> 

Of course the song I penned, Cousin Reynalda thought was too twangy, too syrupy, too croony.  She wanted something more fun and uptempo . . . and suggested I pen one about my Cash, who she calls my “sometimes boyfriend”. 

“Love’s a great theme, Cousin Jilly,” she purred.  Uh-huh, it’s a cliched and overdone one, but what the heck? 

Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ouch!

He’s cool, like ice / And sometimes he don’t play nice. / He’s tough, like steel / That’s what gives him appeal. / That one knows he’s hot / Ain’t no one thinks he’s not.

The women like what they see / And we all have to agree / He’s way too charming / To be a true darling.

Yeah, yeah, yeah,
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ouch!

He’s cool, like ice / And sometimes he don’t play nice. / He’s tough, like steel / That’s what gives him appeal. / That one knows he’s hot / Ain’t no one thinks he’s not.

Likes to pat himself on the back / So proud of that six-pack. / Lives life on the dangerous side / Loves the thrills it provides.

Yeah, yeah, yeah,
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ouch!

He’s cool, like ice / And sometimes he don’t play nice. / He’s tough, like steel / That’s what gives him appeal. / That one knows he’s hot / Ain’t no one thinks he’s not.

That guy’s way too cool / And he ain’t anybody’s fool. / He’ll luv ya for a moment or three / Then off he’ll ride, happy to be free.

Yeah, yeah, yeah,
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ouch!

He’s cool, like ice / And sometimes he don’t play nice. / He’s tough, like steel / That’s what gives him appeal. / That one knows he’s hot / Ain’t no one thinks he’s not.

Yeah, yeah, yeah,
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah,
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah.

. . . That was fun.  I know, I know.  Don’t give up the day job.  <LOL>