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?

If you’d like to learn how we do as P.I.s still fairly new to the profession, please check us out at:

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.

If you’d like to learn how we tie up the loose ends and solve the case, please check us out at:

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).

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

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!

Ninety-Nine Sounds Pretty Fine

Hi, it’s Linda posting today (Rey’s on an audition and JJ’s volunteering at the animal shelter).

For 99 cents, you can get a copy of Can You Hula Like Hilo Hattie?, our first official (as in “paying”) case.

We’re hired to discover what the pretty, young wife of an elderly millionaire is up to—is she having an affair or into something nefarious?  Just as we settle into our new P.I. roles, we find the wife murdered–floating in the beautiful, sapphire waters of a secluded Oahu beach.

There are a sundry of suspects . . . but some of them soon become casualties themselves.  We’ve dealt with murderers in past, thanks to a wacky week in Connecticut at JJ’s weird aunt’s haunted mansion, so we’re not [that] surprised at some of the things we hear or encounter.  It’s one zany roller-coaster ride (as Rey called it), and what a thrilling one!

Here’s a chance for us to prove we made a sage decision in opening the Triple Threat Investigation Agency.  Perhaps you’d like to find out how we do?  Please check us out at:

https://www.amazon.ca/Can-Hula-like-Hilo-Hattie/dp/1074454073

HA-HA-HA-HA . . . The First (Awesome) Review

Thank you, Jay . . . for this awesome review!

Ha-Ha-Ha-Ha by Tyler Colins

Ha-Ha-Ha-Ha is the fifth book in the Triple Threat Mysteries written by Tyler Colins. I’ve previously read the first four books, and this one is probably my favorite so far. Not quite a suspense thriller nor a cozy, it falls somewhere in the middle of the mystery genre, offering a truly quirky and eclectic cast of primary characters, and an even more diverse set of supporting ones. Between the nicknames and the murder scenes, it’s hard not to bust out laughing… but it’s also providing some pretty dark stuff about a serial killer who loves his/her black roses. The first name: Grim Reaper Peeper, or GRP for short. Run for your lives folks, this one’s out for blood.

It was quite funny, and seeing the games being played with the three lovable private eyes by this intensely weird killer made the words in the book leap off the pages. There were at least 10 unique attempts to lure the detective team into a trap, and they fell for some… yet there were so many murders happening, it became the kinda situation where I just said, “oh, another dead body.” But it works, because you’re not meant to choose between a list of suspects in this book. It’s all about the humor and the chase between the good and the bad. Who will win out?

Colins is a highly descriptive writer. Everything is meticulously covered in a way that keeps your memory sharp on who each character is, or what each location is, all about. Sometimes I get lost in the details and forget the plot point we’re trying to uncover, but in the end, it’s a relaxing and humorous approach to the traditional mystery novel. If only these amazing women, who work in Hawaii I might add, had real life counterparts. They’re even more special than Charlie’s Angels, and that’s going back a few decades in popular culture.

Hoping there will be more in the future. With the covers, we’re getting all the spectrums on the color wheel… and soon, we need to get something in all black or all white (covers, I am referring to), meaning it’s time for them to go retro. Wouldn’t that be fun?!? Either path, I’m looking forward to the potential for book six. Give this series a chance, please.

If you’re not familiar with Jay and his books (he’s written some great ones) and blog/website, please check him out here:

 https://thisismytruthnow.com/author/jamesjcudney4/

Brain Drain . . . ?

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—

Four.

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.

Not initially.

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”?

Love to!

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.

Coco’s Nuts

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!

Forever Poi

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>