Day Five, Last Promo Drive

Hey, it’s Rey on the last day of the $0.99 promo drive for our second case, Coco’s Nuts.

Our Triple Threat Investigation Agency is hired by socialite-turned-trucker Buddy Feuer to prove she didn’t shoot her boss, infamous entrepreneur Jimmy Picolo, or her best friend, Eb Stretta.  A challenge because the cops and the evidence all point to her pulling the trigger.

As we begin searching for the real killer, we discover a number of people who might fit the bill.  There’s Annia, Picolo’s daughter, who owes mega bucks to folks in Vegas and on Oahu; receiving money from the sizeable inheritance would sure help her from having that pretty face rearranged.  Jimmy Junior might have decided he’d like to take on Daddy’s businesses for himself; he seems super tired of standing in the big guy’s shadows. Then we have Coco Peterson, a company driver, who’s been AWOL since the two murders—and rumors have it he’s a major nutbar.  Then there’s Picolo brother and Stretta’s, too.  And let’s not forget that hottie, Kent, a valuable Picolo employee.  Yup, a number of people certainly fit the killer bill.

Maybe you’d be interested in checking out who the culprit is?  I promise, it’s a twisty-turny f-u-n mystery trip.

https://www.amazon.ca/Cocos-Nuts-Tyler-Colins/dp/1078374368

See ya all soon!

Four, One More

Hey-ho, it’s Rey, back for the fourth day of the Coco’s Nuts promotion.  Silly Cousin Jilly–I didn’t drink that many Mai-Tais.  Anyway, Coco’s avail for $0.99 for yet one more day (not counting tomorrow ‘course).  Yay!

The Triple Threat Investigation Agency has to prove socialite-turned-trucker Buddy Feuer didn’t shoot her boss, infamous entrepreneur Jimmy Picolo or her best friend, Eb Stretta.  Who cares what the police believe or the evidence suggests?  We know Buddy’s been set up and as we start looking for the killer, we find a few people who could fit the bill.

As we attempt to solve this challenging case, we step into the world of gambling and debt collectors.  Annia, Picolo’s daughter, owes a lot of money in Vegas and on Oahu.  Did she kill her father to obtain a sizeable inheritance so she could pay off these bone-breaking bozos?  Jimmy Junior, Picolo’s son, might have wanted to take over his father’s multiple and prosperous businesses before the old guy passed naturally.  There’s kooky Coco Peterson, a Picolo nutbar, er, employee who’s been missing since the murders took place.

Here’s an excerpt:

“You’re positive he left sometime last Friday?” I asked Jem Stretta over the phone. Like Buddy, he lived in Lahaina, but in the Kelawea Mauka neighborhood near his late younger brother, Eb.

“No. Like I told the cops, Eb called me the previous Thursday evening telling me he had a mission on Oahu and he’d be leaving the following evening. Pay was better’n good, he said. He was pretty excited, even mentioned champagne and a trip to Kona on Big Island, which meant it had to pay excellently well. Then he hurried off to do stuff.” Jem’s exhalation sounded like the whistle of an old steam locomotive. “I phoned three times and texted twice between fix-it jobs because I wanted him to get some stuff, but he never answered. I checked with Andy, his coffee pal, and he hadn’t heard from the Ebster in a few days.”

According to Buddy, the fellow trucker had always been extremely responsible and dependable, so his not contacting his brother had been very peculiar.

Jem, short for Jeremiah, lived two streets over from Eb, in an identical single-family, two-bedroom dwelling. According to Buddy, both long narrow houses were trimmed in shades of raven black and tree-toad brown, and had identical four-by-six windows with gun-metal-gray blinds, the same fencing and similarly decorated lanais, with two avocado trees smack-dab center on miniscule lawns. They weren’t twins, although from Buddy’s descriptions, you might have thought so. Besides identical houses, both sported spiky bleached hair, shell surfer necklaces, and lots of polyester. The bothers also had things for greasy food and easy women. Eb was the baby in the family, five years Jem’s junior and fifteen years Hutch’s.

Hutch, short for Hutchkins (their mother’s maiden name), had been the eldest brother. He had died crossing a boulevard while visiting an ex-wife in Mississippi last year — hit, decked, and crushed by a two-ton turkey. The heavyset gobbler had been part of a small-town Thanksgiving Day parade, the thirty-fourth in its history, and possibly the last. A traumatic experience it had been — for the stupefied young driver beneath the large bird, the stunned crowd, and certainly Hutch, who prior to staggering across the path of the wattle-headed bird had indulged in a liquefied version of same (i.e. Wild Turkey).

“Will you check the garage again for Buddy’s gun?” As Buddy had told Ald, she’d left the Glock with Eb when she’d headed to Oahu.

“I said I would.” He belched. The Stretta brothers weren’t known for good manners, but they seemed to be decent souls from what Buddy had claimed. “But if the cops didn’t find her gun, I don’t see as I’ll have better luck. Where’s best to get you?”

I gave the numbers for the agency and my cell.

“Are they still thinking she did it?” His laughter reminded me of a badger: low-pitched, and rumbling.

“She’s at the top of the list. In both cases, she was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Additionally, her card was in your brother’s wallet, she happens to know both men, and she owns a 10-mm, the murderer’s weapon of choice.” I watched two honeycreepers soar past the lanai window like small colorful comets. “She’s also the right height and left-handed.”

His snort sounded like a puppy’s sneeze. “Maybe they should put me on the list, too. I knew them both, I’m left-handed, and my name and number were in Eb’s wallet.”

“Let me know if you find or hear anything.” I hung up and saw Rey standing by the kitchen counter, perturbation lining that pretty face. “Upset? Or constipated?”

Hopefully, I’ve peaked interest.

https://www.amazon.ca/Cocos-Nuts-Tyler-Colins/dp/1078374368

Back tomorrow, the last day of the promo.  Aloha Sunday!

Day 3, Oh What Glee

It’s JJ on the third day of the Coco’s Nuts promotion, taking over for Rey, who attended a social-distancing-respected luau last night and ended up drinking too many Mai-Tais.  Somehow, she ended up under the bed—wedged between the 4” between the floor and box spring.  She’s got an icepack plunked on her head.

Coco’s available for $0.99, not free, but close; what glee (yes well, it was a long night and the brain is a tad tired).

Coco’s Nuts is our second Triple Threat Investigation Agency case.  Today, through June 15th, it’s available for $0.99.  The three of us must prove socialite-turned-trucker Buddy Feuer did not shoot her boss, infamous entrepreneur Jimmy Picolo.  Nor did she kill her best friend, Eb Stretta.  Despite what the police believe, and the evidence suggests, we’re convinced that Buddy’s been set up.  As we seek clues and answers, we encounter a number of people who could conceivably killed both men.

Several persons hated Picolo, so finding the one who pulled the trigger is challenging.  As we try to find the culprit, we find ourselves in the dodgy world of gambling and debt collectors (who don’t mind breaking bones, if necessary).  Annia, Picolo’s daughter, owes a lot of money in Vegas and on Oahu, which may have inspired her to her to kill her father to obtain a sizeable inheritance.  Jimmy Junior, Picolo’s son, could have decided to take over his father’s multiple businesses before the old man passed of old age.  There’s also nutty Coco Peterson, a Picolo employee who’s been missing since the murders took place.  He’s a driver for Picolo and the odd little guy appears to play a principal piece in this challenging puzzle.

Here’s an excerpt:

“Of course Buddy Feuer didn’t do it. Who told you she did?” I demanded, already knowing who had tattled to Ricardo Mako Picolo. It could only have been one person: Kent “The Source” Winche.

“Winche,” the health-food freak confirmed, munching noisily, probably a mung-bean, pea-sprout muffin, his favorite according to an article I’d read earlier. “Actually, he said she was a person of interest . . . or did he say suspect? Whatever. He doesn’t believe she did it.”

I paced my kitchen like a tin duck target at a fair ground concession booth. Every time I passed the counter, I poked a trio of bananas perched in a white wicker basket.

It was hard to say why Jimmy Picolo’s slick (as in oil-spill, slippery-slimy) brother proved annoying. Maybe it was the self-satisfied, perpetually tanned face I’d viewed in photos. He sported a nose too perfect to have been born with. Evidently, he and his niece shared the same cosmetic surgeon. He was as handsome as his brother, but more a combination of Bobby Darren of T.J. Hooker fame and Ryo Ishibashi as Detective Toshihuru Kuroda in Suicide Club. Asian-cast root-beer brown eyes seemed to challenge; they, like the thin lips pulled into a smug smile, expressed a sense of superiority. As it had in interviews, the man’s mega ego blazed like a Times Square billboard.

“Thank heavens for the pretty boy’s support,” I responded wryly.

“He’s a big fan of Buddy’s.” Munch, munch. Crunch, crunch. Must be macadamias in that muffin, too. “Winche’ll give his eye teeth — letteralmente — to reinforce that she didn’t do it. He claims she could never kill anyone in a million years. She’s too cute.”

Too cute?

“He’s got a real thing for her. Anyway, with you helping, she shouldn’t worry herself none.” I could hear the simper. “I heard you girls did a solid job working the Howell case.”

“Really?” I was nonplussed.

“When I got your message, I had you checked out. I do that with everyone whose call I’m thinking of returning.”

When I didn’t respond, he chuckled and slurped. Was he also indulging in one of his famous wheatgrass-beetroot smoothies? “I got a proposition. You interested?”

“If it will clear our client’s name, of course,” I responded casually. Poke, poke. The bananas were beginning to look as if they’d encountered a frenzied chimp.

“Here’s what we’re going to do.”

We’re?

“We’re going to find the prick that killed my brother. The why would be a bonus, but the who is the important answer.”

I dropped onto counter stool and rested my chin on the granite counter. “What’s in it for you, Mr. Picolo?” Poke, poke. Oh-oh. The bananas lay on the polished hardwood floor like washed-up marine creatures. Button ambled over, pawed them, sniffed, and flopped onto the floor with a loud sigh.

“Like I said, knowing who killed my brother. The other guy who got rubbed out I could care less about . . . but his family would like to know, I’m sure. Anyway, I’ll add some incentives.”

“Incentives?” I asked, puzzled.

Ricardo’s laughter was reminiscent of microwaved popcorn: staccato, abrupt. Heh-heh. Heh-heh-heh. “Yeah, incentives. First one: twenty-five K.”

Nice incentive. “Second?”

“Coco Peterson’s tattoo and jewelry. It wouldn’t do for the cops to find them, would it?”

If I’ve encouraged some interest, please check out Coco’s Nuts out:

https://www.amazon.ca/Cocos-Nuts-Tyler-Colins/dp/1078374368

My cousin’s back tomorrow, sans icepack.

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Finished at Five

Day #5 marks the last day of the discount promotion for Can You Hula Like Hilo Hattie.  The price is an affordable 99 cents.

Hula has Rey, JJ, and me [Linda] pursuing our first official Triple Threat Investigation Agency case, which is to discover what the young [pretty, sexy] wife of an old coot—er, elderly millionaire—is up to.  Before we can, however, she’s found floating in the sapphire waters of a deserted Oahu beach.  Now, we have to figure out who the killer is . . .  a challenge, to say the least, because a few more bodies fall to the wayside.

Here’s another excerpt:

“It’s still hard to believe she’s dead,” Linda murmured.

“No more shopping at Prada or Coach,” Rey said softly.

“No more sunset cruises or galas,” I affirmed quietly.

“There’ll be nothing but blackness,” Linda said. “We all have beliefs about post-death. I wonder what Carmie’s are—were.”

“Hopefully, something pleasant and picturesque.” With a sad smile, I started the ignition.

Rey hooked Linda’s headrest and leaned forward. “Do you think Mr. Gruesome did this?”

I pulled onto the Kalanianaole Highway, also known as Route 72. “Mr. Gruesome doesn’t have the stamina or strength to pursue her to the cove, much less kill her. He doesn’t have the muscle, either. Carmie would have slapped him silly.”

“Agreed.” Linda’s brow furrowed. “There’s always a chance she did in fact fall down a precipice. We’re talking terrain full of perilous cliffs, not walls of sea anemones. Tumbling down rocks would result in numerous abrasions and broken bones, and a pretzel landing.”

“I don’t buy the falling for one second. Those marks on her neck looked like they came from forceful fingers,” Rey declared.

“I wonder if William’s been informed.” Linda winced as brilliant white lightning streaked overhead.

I drove into a parking spot by Bubbies Homemade Ice Cream & Desserts. “Let’s find out.” Grabbing my bag from under the seat, I pulled out my phone.

Aloha Sunday everyone – take care!

 

 

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Four You

It’s Day #4 of the discount promotion for Can You Hula Like Hilo Hattie.  The price?  A mere 99 cents.

Hula has Rey, JJ, and me accepting our first official Triple Threat Investigation Agency case: to learn what the young wife of an elderly millionaire is up to.  Before we can do so, however, she’s found floating along the shores of a deserted Oahu beach.  There is an interesting (if not sordid) collection of characters (also known as suspects).

Here’s a little taste . . .

Rey and I twirled like plastic pinwheels propelled by a brisk gust. Twenty feet away stood Marvyn Flagg, a .40 Smith & Wesson in a shaky hand the pale color of a fish belly. The photo IDs made him look ten years older and stout, but in reality he was barely twenty with a slim ferret face. Cheap baggy jeans, an oversize plaid shirt, and bargain-store black basketball shoes enveloped the small frame like a shorn parachute a woodland sapling.

“Careful,” Rey warned, crossing lean arms. “You may accidentally shoot someone—like yourself.”

“What’re you doing here?” The meek voice held the force of a sparrow’s chirrup. The low-capacity weapon rose higher, but didn’t seem any steadier.

“We’re checking out how people from different walks of life live,” I responded, appearing as blasé as I sounded. I settled on a sofa arm. “What brings you here?”

“This is my place. That means I can shoot trespassers.” Like his hand and gaze, the tone was far from composed. He motioned the floor. “Are you looking for something in particular?”

Rey flourished an arm like a hostess beckoning guests. “Simply looking.”

He held out his other hand. “Maybe you better pass any weapons you have.”

“Come get them, honey-pie,” she challenged with a seductive voice and air, an index finger beckoning him forward. All that was missing was a tight sequined nightgown and she’d have had Ginger Grant from Gilligan’s Island down pat.

Marvyn, or whatever his real name was, eyed us apprehensively. Extending both palms, I offered a casual smile. “It’s your move.”

“I could shoot you both,” he advised, not sounding any more convincing than he appeared.

I hope you find Hula as exciting as we did.

Stay well everyone!

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Tripling the Light Fantastic

Day #3 of the discount promotion for Can You Hula Like Hilo Hattie has the three of us P.I.s tripping the light fantastic (something we, alas, don’t indulge in often).

Hula features Rey, JJ, and me embarking on our first official Triple Threat Investigation Agency case.

The assignment is to discover the “secret” of an elderly millionaire’s young wife, which seems fairly clear-cut.  Follow Carmie, the young wife, and ascertain what this pretty woman is up to.  Maybe she’s meeting a lover.  Maybe she has something underhanded in mind (hubby is super rich, after all).  Unfortunately, we find her floating close to the shores of a deserted Oahu beach.  An assortment of curious suspects has our work cut out for us.  As we track down clues, we unearth a few secrets, not all belonging to the unfortunate, deceased Carmie.

Drug pushers, informants, and gang members . . . and a few more corpses . . .  are just some of the people we contend with in the search for Carmie’s killer.  Becoming private investigators is one thing, being successful ones another.  Maybe you’d like to find out just how well we fare . . . ?

https://www.amazon.ca/Hula-Hattie-Triple-Threat-Mystery-ebook/dp/B01KEEBNOS

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Stay safe and be well.

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Two for Five

It’s Linda on Day #2 of the discount promotion for Can You Hula Like Hilo Hattie (Rey’s posting on Day #5 about The Connecticut Corpse Caper).

Hula features the three of us—Rey, JJ, and myself—taking on our first official Triple Threat Investigation Agency case.

 Our assignment: discover the “secret” of an elderly millionaire’s young wife.  It seems fairly straightforward.  All we need to do is keep an eye on Carmie, the young wife, until we learn what she’s up to.  Unfortunately, a few days later, her body is found floating in the beautiful sapphire waters of a deserted Oahu beach.  The three of us strive to find the killer from a score of suspects and discover a few secrets—all not belonging to poor, dead Carmie.  Speaking of dead, a few more bodies fall as we attempt to bring closure to the case.

As if deceit and murder aren’t enough, we contend with drug pushers, informants, and gang members.  Most of them are not nice people and they don’t like having three newbie private eyes sticking their cute little noses into their ugly substantial business.

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Continue to stay safe and well.

High-Fiving the Fifth

. . . and final day of The Connecticut Corpse Caper promotion.

Today, you have Rey again!

Caper, featuring my cousin JJ, my BFF Linda, and yours truly, was our first unofficial case (before we set up The Triple Threat Investigation Agency).  It launched our exciting, professional P.I. careers.

Friends and family members gather at Aunt Mat’s haunted mansion to collect a share of her not-too-shabby inheritance.  We have to remain a week to collect our share, but if anyone leaves early, his/her share is added to the pot.  We’re only there a few hours when one member of the group dies of unnatural causes.  Bodies soon start piling up.  While these murders are taking place, some pretty strange goings-on take place, like ghostly visits and ghoulish pranks.  The three of us put our heads together, search for clues, and succeed in solving the challenging/baffling case.

Promotion price?  F-R-E-E  (love it)

Promotion dates:  May 10 – May 14 2020

Stay well and be safe!

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Double Duty

It’s Linda on post patrol today as well as Rey (maybe you saw her earlier post re The Connecticut Corpse Caper), so we’re pulling double duty.  Today marks the first day for the free/discount promotion re Can You Hula Like Hilo Hattie featuring the three of us—Rey, JJ, and myself—pursuing our first official Triple Threat Investigation Agency case.

 Our first professional, paying assignment is to discover the secret of an elderly millionaire’s young wife.  Perhaps she’s having an affair?  Perhaps it’s something more diabolical.

It seems clear-cut: follow said young wife until we find what she’s up to.  What we soon find, though, is her body floating in the beautiful sapphire waters of a deserted beach.  The three of us endeavor to uncover the killer amid a cast of curious characters and do discover a sordid/illicit secret or three—not necessarily belonging to the deceased wife.  And while uncovering those secrets, we happen upon a few bodies.

On the road to piecing together the puzzle, we take a few detours—to the dodgy domains of drug pushers, informants, and gangs.  These folks are serious game plays . . . and play for serious keeps.

Amazon links include:

https://www.amazon.ca/Hula-Hattie-Triple-Threat-Mystery-ebook/dp/B01KEEBNOS

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Aloha Wednesday.  Be well.

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Going Forth with the Fourth

. . . day of promotion.

Hey, it’s Rey.  It’s the fourth day for the free/discount promotion re The Connecticut Corpse Caper featuring my cousin JJ, my BFF Linda, and yours truly.

Caper got us sporting sleuthing caps (or as Adwin, JJ’s now ex-beau said, “Snoop Sister” bonnets).  Look who’s laughing now, though?  We solved the case!  Not bad for a trio of snoopers, huh?

To give you a quick overview: a few friends and family members gathered at Aunt Mat’s haunted mansion to collect a share of her inheritance.  We had to remain a week to collect our share, but if anyone left early, his or her share would have been added to ours.  We’d barely just arrived when one member of the group died—and not naturally, the poor flabby slob.  More bodies soon started dropping.  And, man, were there some weird goings-on (like ghostly, ghoulish ones).  The three of us put our heads together, collected clues, and succeeded in finally solving the bizarre case.  Can you spell f-u-n?

Promotion price?  F-R-E-E  (if only everything were)

Promotion dates:  May 10 – May 14 2020

Be good and stay well—back tomorrow.

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