No Buts about It

Coco’s Nuts, the second Triple Threat Investigation Agency case, is available for 99 cents today—the last promo day.

It’s Linda on the North Shore, taking a break from surfing (there are some rad barrels out there).

To pique your curiosity/interest, we’ve been hired to prove Buddy Feuer is innocent of two murders—that of her infamous boss, Jimmy Picolo, and her best friend, Eb Stretta.  Someone did a great job incriminating her and we have to determine who that is—and there are a number of individuals who could be responsible.  It could be Jimmy’s brother looking to expand his own business by acquiring his brother’s.  Or maybe it’s Jimmy’s gambling daughter who owes major dollars to Vegas folks.  What about Jimmy Junior?  Is he hoping to take over his father’s enterprises?  Then there are those “dubious” characters Jimmy’s been known to associate with.  The list goes on . . . and on.

We do stumble across a few more bodies—and dodge a bomb or two—in our search for the truth, never mind that we irk a few people who don’t like to be irked.

Maybe you’d like to check out how we utilize—and expand—our detecting skills?  Please check us out at: https://www.amazon.ca/Cocos-Nuts-Tyler-Colins/dp/1078374368.

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Four-Ever Nuts

. . . about Coco’s Nuts.  Hey, it’s Rey (Linda was supposed to post today, but she decided surfing on the North Shore would be more fun).

Have you picked up our second case yet?  If not, it’s Day Four of the 99-cent promo—that’s less than a buck, friends.

In a nutshell, here’s what happens.  The three of us from the Triple Threat Investigation Agency attempt to learn who set up our client, Buddy Feuer, to take the rap for two murders—that of her dodgy but rich boss, Jimmy Picolo, and that of trucker pal Eb Stretta.

We happen to stumble over another body or three as we try to figure out who’s who and what’s what—never mind that we meet all sorts of curious (dangerous) people along the way.  JJ’s cocky “boyfriend” shows up again and there’s a cute guy who works for Picolo that catches my eye . . . but nothing (and no one) is quite what it (or he/she) seems to be, if you catch my drift.

To read about this peculiar—but super thrilling—case, please check us out at: https://www.amazon.ca/Cocos-Nuts-Tyler-Colins/dp/1078374368.

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Coco’s Nuts plus You and Me Equals Three

I’m afraid I couldn’t think of anything terribly cute or charming re titles today.  <LOL>  Hi.  It’s JJ.

Today marks Day 3 of the 99-cent Coco’s Nuts promotion.  The second official case of the Triple Threat Investigation Agency has us hopping around Oahu and then some.  Exciting and perplexing, we discover that a number of individuals could be a mass murderer . . . including one nutty fellow named Coco Peterson.  He’s missing but seems to play a major part in mystery: who set up our client, Buddy Feuer, to take the rap for two murders?

Maybe this excerpt might prompt you to want to check us out . . .

“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?”

“What the frig?” flew out of my mouth like a horse embarking on a steeplechase before I could contain it.

 “There are a lot of different fingerprints in and around Coco’s stuff.  Possibly Buddy’s, too.” 

What was he talking about?  “I’ll bite.  Why wouldn’t it do for the police to find the tattoo and jewelry?”

“Well, let me think on it.”  He paused for dramatic effect.  Or perhaps to consider his smoothie.  Ricardo Picolo, unlike his brother, did not speak with a quasi-Australian accent, but he did have a habit of over-pronouncing certain words.  “Well”, for example, sounded like a deep-South twang: “wee-eellll”. 

“Mr. Razor may be inclined to talk,” he continued, sounding uncharacteristically flustered, maybe at having found the great cosmos in the foamy drink or a belly-up bug.

I sniffed.  “I understand the man has no tongue.”

I could be inclined to talk.”

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Aloha!

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Coco’s Nuts X2

It’s the second day of the 99-cent Coco’s Nuts promotion.  Hey, it’s Rey; howya doin’?

Coco’s Nuts is the Triple Threat Investigation Agency’s second official case.  We have to  prove our client, former-socialite-Vassar-grad-turned-trucker Buddy Feuer, has been framed for two murders.  She had no motive to kill her boss, infamous entrepreneur Jimmy Picolo, and she certainly didn’t shoot her best friend, Eb Stretta.

In spite of what the evidence shows, our private-eye instincts tell us it’s fabricated (my new word).  Coco Peterson, a real nutty Picolo employee, has been missing since the murders went down and he seems to be a chief player in this super weird, challenging conundrum (love that word, another new one).

As we try to find the killer—and there are lots of possible perps—bombs and felons flow like lava from Kilauea when its cutting loose. 

To find out how we solve this thrilling case, please go to: https://www.amazon.ca/Cocos-Nuts-Tyler-Colins/dp/1078374368.

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One Down, One to Go

It’s the fifth and last day of the 99-cent Forever Poi promotion . . . and the first day of the 99-cent Coco’s Nuts promotion.  Hey, it’s not Rey, but JJ.

Forever Poi is our third case, which has us discovering who burned down a couple of Chinatown art galleries and left behind two bodies.  There are several suspects.  A day before the fire, Carlos Kawena, one of the gallery owners and an arson victim, broke up with his partner, James-Henri Ossature.  Might James-Henri have set the blaze to collect insurance and be forever free of his lover?  And how does the second victim, Mary-Louise Crabtree, a former queenpin, fit into the picture?  Cholla Poniard, James-Henri’s sister, is involved in the art world.  Pretty and dangerous, she’s a force to be reckoned with, as is her dauntless lover.

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

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

Coco’s Nuts is the Triple Threat Investigation Agency’s second official case.  We have a tough mission: prove our client, former-socialite-Vassar-grad-turned-trucker Buddy Feuer, isn’t responsible for two murders.  She had no motive to kill her boss, infamous entrepreneur Jimmy Picolo, nor did she murder her best friend, Eb Stretta.

Despite what the police believe and the evidence suggests, we’re convinced that Buddy has been set up.  And nutty Coco Peterson, a Picolo employee who has been MIA since the murders went down, appears to be a central piece in this perplexing puzzler.

As we endeavor to uncover a killer amid yet another cast of curious and unconventional characters, exploding bombs and unhappy criminal types suggest we’ve ruffled feathers by asking too many questions.

To read about this exciting and challenging case, please go to:

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A Fourth to Reckon With

It’s the fourth day of the 99-cent Forever Poi promotion.  It’s Linda taking over posting patrol today.

Forever Poi is our third case, which has us solving a double-arson and murder: who burned down a couple of Chinatown art galleries and left two bodies in the ashes?

There are several suspects we soon discover.  The day before the fire, Carlos Kawena, one of the gallery owners and an arson victim, broke up with his partner, James-Henri Ossature.  They had financial issues, too.  Could James-Henri have set the blaze to collect insurance and finally lose his troublesome lover?  But what role does the second victim, Mary-Louise Crabtree, a former queenpin, play?  It’s possible that with her dubious past caught up to her.

Cholla Poniard, James-Henri’s sister, is involved in the art world.  Pretty and dangerous, she’s not to be taken lightly.  Nor is her lover, one of several in fact; he has a dark side, too.

If you’re curious as to how the private eyes from the Triple Threat Investigation Agency solve this complicated case, please check us out at:

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Not a Third Wheel

Just the third day . . . of the 99-cent Forever Poi campaign.  It’s JJ today, providing a bit of a promotional boost.

Our third official Triple Threat Investigation Agency case has us solving a double-arson and murder: who burned down a couple of Chinatown art galleries … and left two bodies in the rubble?

There are certainly numerous suspects.  The day before the fire, Carlos Kawena, one of the gallery owners and an arson victim, broke up with his partner, James-Henri Ossature.  They had financial issues, too.  Could James-Henri have set the blaze to collect insurance and be rid of his lover?  But how does the second victim, Mary-Louise Crabtree, a former queenpin, tie in?  It’s possible that with her dubious past a former rival murdered her, but given her new career in the art world, perhaps there’s something else afoot. 

Then there’s Cholla Poniard, James-Henri’s sister.  She’s pretty, audacious, and a definite force to be reckoned with (just ask her two former husbands).  Her lover, one of several, seems treacherous, too.   As a twosome, they’re doubly dangerous.

If you’d like to see how we solve this bizarre case, please check us out here…

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

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Rounding the Second Bend

Otherwise known as Day Two of the 99-cent Forever Poi promo plug.  It’s JJ today.

Today, through September 11th you can get the fourth book in the Triple Threat Investigation Agency series, Forever Poi, for only 99 cents. 

Cousin Reynalda (Rey) and her best friend Linda and I have been hired to solve a double-arson and murder.  Someone burned down two Chinatown art galleries and left two corpses in the remains.

We’re certain the arsonist and killer the same person, but there are a cast of curious (if not dangerous) culprits.  The day before the fire, Carlos Kawena, one of the gallery owners, and arson victims, had an ugly break-up with his partner, James-Henri Ossature.  Given the financial issues, might James-Henri have set the galleries ablaze to collect insurance and be free of his lover?  The second victim, Mary-Louise Crabtree, was a former queenpin; it’s possible that with her dicey past a former foe murdered her.  If so, why was Carlos killed?  In the wrong place at the wrong time?

Perhaps this snippet will pique your interest . . .

Answering the mobile phone in the office-den with a stifled yawn, I idly glanced at a metal weather-station clock that, in addition to time, advised of humidity and temperature.

“Is this the Triple Threat Investigation Agency?” a soft, prickly voice asked.

. . . Crispy? Sleep slipped from my body. “It is. It’s just shy of midnight. Are you okay?”

“Yeah, sure. Which chick’s this?”

I swallowed a retort. “The one with the honey highlights.”

“And black-flow-lava eyes?”

“One and the same. The name’s JJ.”

“JJ, right.” His soft, thin whistle was reminiscent of a White-Throated Sparrow. “I tried A and he’s not answering.”

“Maybe he turned his phone off.” A wave of weariness washed over me and I leaned into a wall. “The guy’s been working long hours.”

“Maybe, but it’s not like him not to be available.”

I forced a neutral tone. “What can I help you with, Crispy?”

“I been asking around. The fire wasn’t set by anyone in my circles.”

“You mean your firebug friends?” I asked dryly.

Incendiary friends, if you don’t mind,” he gibed.

“Big word.”

“For a pyro kinda guy, yeah?” The humming sound reminded me of pigeon laughter.

Crispy gave the impression there was more to him than meets the eye. “Is it possible that it could have been a pro from another island or the Mainland?”

“It was no pro. From the details I got—don’t ask where—this fire was strictly amateur. Successful, yeah, but real amateur.”

I frowned. “Could it have been a pro making it look amateurish?”

“Anything’s possible, as they say, but there’s a pride factor; hear what I’m saying?”

“I hear.” And sighed. “Will you dig a bit more?”

“Sure.”

“Do you have any thoughts?”

“. . . I’m thinking someone really didn’t like one or both of the gallery guys and decided to make a statement.”

“What about the unknown woman who died?”

“Wrong place, wrong time.” He disconnected.

If you’d like to see how we solve this complex case, please check us out here:

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Off to the Races

So to speak.  It’s another five-day marathon of book plugs.  Hey, it’s Rey, with Day One.

Today, through September 11th you can get our third official case (and fourth book in the Triple Threat Investigation Agency series), Forever Poi, for a mere 99 cents.  How awesome is that?

Cousin Jilly and my BFF Linda and I are out to solve a double-arson and murder:  who torched a couple of Chinatown art galleries and left two charred bodies in the rubble?

Are the arsonist and killer the same person?  We think so and, during the search, encounter a heckuva lot of possible culprits.  Like, the day before the fire, Carlos Kawena, one of the arson victims, had a nasty 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?  With her sketchy past, maybe a former rival murdered her?  If this is the case, maybe poor Carlos was merely collateral damage. 

Then there’s pretty (weird) Cholla, James-Henri’s sister.  You have to keep a careful eye on that one.  Her lover—one of a few, it seems—is a strange one, too.  Yup, we definitely have our hands full trying to locate our perp.

Maybe you’d like to see how we fare?  If so, please check us out here…

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

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Day Five, Final Day

Day Five, Final Day

… to get Can You Hula like Hilo Hattie? for a mere 99 cents. 

Rookie private eyes JJ, Rey, and Linda take on their first official case: to discover an elderly millionaire’s pretty young wife’s secret.  Is it an affair as hubby, WP Howell, believes?  Or are more dastardly deeds in the wind?

It appears the latter because Carmie Howell is soon found in the waters off Oahu.  As the trio investigate, they stumble over a few more bodies.  Who’s responsible?  There’s a plethora of potential culprits.

Linda checked the mirrors and started the ignition. “Do you want the good news first or the bad?”

“Give me the bad.”

“It’s a two-parter.”

I couldn’t contain a Cousin Reynalda water-buffalo snort. “Of course it is.”

“Part one: Rey told me that she hasn’t been able to get any info on the Howells that we haven’t yet read or heard. But she’s expecting phone-backs from her Mainland film and theater contacts, so something of note could crop up. In terms of Salv, she didn’t come up with anything, but she did emphasize the word ‘yet’.”

“That’s partially bad news. There’s still hope,” I declared with a quick smile. “What’s part two?”

“Mr. Gruesome has no police record—”

“What!” I gazed at her in astonishment. “A guy like that has no police record?”

“That’s correct,” she affirmed with a smirk. “A couple of officers recognized him, courtesy of your drawing. Deff, Makjo’s lunch buddy, said he’s known around the station, but he’s never been caught with any fingers in a till.”

I exhaled slowly. “What’s the good news?”

“We have a name: it’s Kale Karaoke Loulu.”

“Karaoke?”

“The guy likes to sing. Apparently, he’s got a good set of pipes.”

“Who’d have thought?” I settled in and motioned ahead. “Onward, my faithful fellow private eye. Lunch beckons.”

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