Fa-La-La…La!

Just singing for joy – because you have one more day to get HA-HA-HA-HA, our fourth official case for only 99 cents!  Hey, it’s Rey on the fifth and final promo day.

Like Frankie once sang, I’m gonna “start spreading the news” about our exciting (kinda crazy) case that has a serial killer, GRP (The GrimReaperPeeper), scaring the <bleep> out of Oahu.  He’s leaving tortured victims alongside waterways—with a black rose, no less.

GRP wants JJ, Linda and me to play his game, by his rules. But he keeps changing them!  While we’re trying to figure out who he is (and, hopefully, stop him), we take on a couple of cases: seeing if a hubby is having “fun” on the side and if a young woman is truly being stalked.

Meanwhile, Adwin—Cousin JJ’s old “beau”—is back on the scene.  He’s interested in getting back together, but I don’t think her “sometimes boyfriend”, Cash, is too keen on seeing that happen.

Our killer—our shadow—proves to be pretty clever, even charming.  He keeps us on our toes, researching similar crimes and locating potential suspects (those that might fit the profile) . . . and attempting to stay one step ahead of him  It’s probably our most perplexing case yet . . . and certainly our most dangerous.

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

https://www.amazon.ca/Ha-Ha-Ha-Ha-Tyler-Colins/dp/B094SZRSVN

Tra-La-La-La-ing Along

… on the fourth day of the HA-HA-HA-HA 99-cent promo.

HA-HA-HA-HA, the fifth mystery in the Triple Threat Investigation Agency series, has private eyes JJ (Jill Jocasta Fonne), her melodramatic cousin Rey (Reynalda Fonne-Werde), and Rey’s best friend, Linda Royale, on a serial killer’s buddy list.  When he’s not taunting them, he’s challenging them to “play the game”—by his rules.

The GrimReaperPeeper, as he introduced himself in a teasing text at the end of Forever Poi, proves to be as intelligent as he is devious and dangerous.  GRP, as they prefer to call him, leaves calling cards—on windows, with a boy on the beach, in a neighbor’s foyer.  And, unfortunately for the trio—but fortunately for him—DNA and fingerprints are never found.  They add clever and cunning to the GRP description list.

Although it’s not an official [paying] case, GRP’s obsession with the three private eyes yanks them into the chaos.  As they attempt to figure out who he is and why he leaves black roses with his tortured victims along streams and waterways, they take on a couple of other cases.  A beautiful woman, Caprize Marquessa de Sade, is sure she is being stalked.  Another woman, wealthy Hardena Antigua, is certain her young husband is seeing someone on the side.

Could it be that these two cases somehow intertwine with the killer/killings?  There’s something afoot and it’s not one of Rey’s prized Choo shoes.

Who will prove the ultimate winner in this deadly game of taunts and perplexities?  The calculating killer or the persevering private eyes?

If you’d like to discover how the trio fares, please check out HA-HA-HA-HA at:

https://www.amazon.ca/Ha-Ha-Ha-Ha-Tyler-Colins/dp/B094SZRSVN

Day 3 and Filled with Glee (Ha-Ha-Ha-Ha)

It’s the third day of the HA-HA-HA-HA 99-cent promo, an awesome price that may prompt a smile or chuckle.

HA-HA-HA-HA is the fifth book and fourth official case of the Triple Threat Investigation Agency.  This time, a rather ingenious serial killer known as The GrimReaperPeeper has challenged the three pretty private eyes—JJ, Rey, and Linda—to “play the game”.  Unfortunately, it’s by his rules, and he likes to change them as the mood strikes.

He’s already got the island of Oahu in panic mode; everyone is wondering (worrying) who’ll be the next tortured victim to be found alongside a waterway, sporting a black rose?

The gals are determined to discover who he is, but he’s proving clever and cunning.  DNA and evidence are never found.  Nor is he, despite his brazen visits, taunts and repartee.

Who’s going to prove the winner?  The creepy yet charming killer or the dogged and determined private eyes?

If you’d like to see how the private investigators fare, please check them out at:

https://www.amazon.ca/Ha-Ha-Ha-Ha-Tyler-Colins/dp/B094SZRSVN

ROTFL . . .

. . . on the second day of the HA-HA-HA-HA 99-cent promo.  For less than a dollar, you can get a copy of the Triple Threat Investigation Agency’s fourth professional case.  Now, that’s worth some mirth.

A serial killer, The GrimReaperPeeper, has challenged JJ, Rey, and Linda to “play the game” … by his rules.  They have little option but to partake.  But who will prove the winner?  The clever and cunning killer or the persevering and persistent private eyes?

If you’d like to see how the trio fare, please check out:

https://www.amazon.ca/Ha-Ha-Ha-Ha-Tyler-Colins/dp/B094SZRSVN

HA-HA-HA-HA . . . the Joke’s On . . .

 . . . no one.   He-he.  Hey, it’s Rey!

And JJ, hey-ho (gotcha, Cous)!

You’ve got Lindy-Loo, too!

It’s the first official day of the first HA-HA-HA-HA promo.  We’re very excited.  For a mere 99 cents, you can get a copy of our fifth book and fourth case. 

For those not in the know, we’re private eyes from the Triple Threat Investigation Agency.  It’s been fairly successful since we launched it on fabulous Oahu (a move we’ve never regretted). 

A serial killer, who calls himself The GrimReaperPeeper—we refer to him as GRP for short—has taken a intensely serious interest in us . . . so much so, he’s challenged us to “play the game”, by his ever changing rules. 

Our newfound friend likes to leave his victims near waterways, with black roses no less.  Why?  Do these people have something in common?  What?  And what’s the reason re leaving clues and messages?  Simply to taunt?  Does he want to be caught?  Or is he merely showing us how brilliant he is?  He’s certainly not stupid; he knows not to leave DNA at the scenes.

Confounded but [always] determined, we endeavor to discover who he might be and how we might stop him.  Not an easy feat, given the lack of constructive evidence and cast of oddball characters.  While we’re at it, we have a couple of other cases to solve: ascertaining whether a handsome hubby has a roving eye and figuring out who is stalking a young, beautiful woman.  As clues are uncovered, so are coincidences.  Could it be that these two cases are somehow connected?  

A worrisome question on all three of our minds: who’s going to prove the winner in this deadly game of taunts and perplexities?  GRP is clever and cunning . . . but we’re persevering and persistent.

Maybe you’d like to check us out?  We’d love it [truly] if you did.  And we’d really [!!] love it if you’d consider providing a review.

https://www.amazon.ca/Ha-Ha-Ha-Ha-Tyler-Colins/dp/B094SZRSVN

Aloha!

The Nothing Post

Rather like Bruce Harris’ The Nothing Book: Wanna Make Something of It?.  A huge hit in the 70s, it was just that: a book about nothing.  You made something of it by [creatively] utilizing the blank pages.

But we can’t have a blank post, can we now?  So, JJ, Rey and I (Linda) put our heads together and . . . came up with . . . nothing.  <LOL>  We truly pulled blanks.

So, when wisps of nothingness flow through one’s noddle, aim for something frivolous yet fundamental.  And that something we have in common: Hawaii.  As such, we thought we’d simply let you come to the Islands and relax a wee bit.

Enjoy!

Day Five, Time Flies

. . . and another one of those five-day book-discount promos ends.  Hey, it’s Rey, and it’s the last day (for a wee while), to get Coco’s Nuts for 99 cents.

For those not familiar with us—JJ, Linda, and me are private eyes from the Triple Threat Investigation Agency.  Coco’s Nuts, our second professional case, has us trying to prove our client, Buddy Feuer, is innocent of two murders.

We do pretty good, despite the cast of curious (often crazy) characters, (additional) bodies and bombs, ongoing threats and hostilities.  It’s dangerous and thrilling, and we get to hone our “newbie” P.I. skills.  Sure, we make some gaffes—who doesn’t when they’re first starting out?  The thing is, we learn from them!

If you’d like to learn how we do butting heads with some seriously nefarious (Linda’s word, not mine) individuals, please check us out at:

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

Day Four, Only Two More . . .

. . . days to get Coco’s Nuts, the Triple Threat Investigation Agency’s private eyes’ second case (and third mystery), for 99 cents.

Coco’s Nuts finds the three rookie private eyes entrenched in their second major assignment: proving socialite-turned-trucker Buddy Feuer did not shoot her boss, infamous entrepreneur Jimmy Picolo.  Perplexingly, her best friend, Eb Stretta, is found dead a few days later in a nearby alley.  And not long after that, Razor, Picolo’s assistant, takes five fatal bullets.  The police are adamant Buddy is guilty and all evidence certainly points to her.

In the quest for answers—to prove Buddy has been set up—JJ, Rey and Linda contend with a slew of suspects.  Several persons hated Picolo enough to kill him, but locating the one who actually pulled the trigger proves challenging.

The trio’s detecting travels lead them along a few detours—like the world of gambling and the “limb-breaker collectors” that reside within it.  Picolo’s daughter, Annia, owes thousands of dollars to them in Vegas and and on Oahu.  Might this have served as motivation to kill her father, so that she could collect a sizable inheritance?  Or might Picolo’s son, Jimmy Junior, have aspired to take charge of his father’s multiple and highly successful businesses?  Could it be that Jimmy’s brother, Ric, wanted to take over his entrepreneurial successes?

And what of nutty Coco Peterson?  A driver for Picolo, the odd little fellow (pest, some might call him) has been missing since the murder of his boss.

If you’d like to see how JJ, Rey, and Linda solve this challenging and complex case, please check them out here . . .

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

Day Three, Close to Free

Today, for 99 cents, you can pick up a copy of Coco’s Nuts, the Triple Threat Investigation Agency’s private eyes’ second case.

JJ, Rey, and Linda have to prove that their client, Buddy Feuer, a former socialite turned trucker, didn’t shoot her employer, Jimmy Picolo, and her best friend, fellow trucker, Eb Stretta.

All evidence points directly at Buddy.  A set-up?  The trio believes so, but how to prove it?  They start following various trails; some [eventually] lead to answers, others [frequently] to hazards.  Potential perps include “debt collectors”, bomb-makers, go-getter employees, and ambitious family members.  One person of interest is the nutty Coco Peterson, who is MIA.  If anyone could provide a resolution to this perplexing puzzler, he could . . . but why is he in hiding?  Fear?  Guilt?

If you’d like to see how JJ, Rey, and Linda solve their second exciting (if not dangerous) case, you can find them at . . .

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

Forever Poi, The Real McCoy

A real deal—you can get Forever Poi, the Triple Threat Investigation Agency private investigators’ third case, for 99 cents.

In that proverbial nutshell, JJ, Rey and Linda have to determine who torched two upscale art galleries—and left two bodies in the rubble.

Ald marched into the main office with Linda immediately behind, a thin layer of sweat veiling his handsome, peevish face and flecking a cream-colored polo shirt.

“Welcome.” With a scornful smile, I brandished an arm like a gentleman usher might someone of lesser rank.

Glowering, he cast an eye over the room. “I don’t see you on the phone.”

“We decided to wait until you officially brought those flat feet inside, Detective Hives—er—Ives,” Rey purred, getting up and grabbing the mobile phone from a custom-made black sideboard.

He flipped her the bird and eyed a stylish, contemporary black desk, one of two my friends had finally agreed upon, after a small [over-the-top] free-for-all at a furniture shop. Sitting on a corner, he murmured, “Not bad. Not bad at all.”

“We like it,” I said as Linda dropped onto the sofa beside me. We’d taken possession of the Chinatown office last November, just before completing our second key case: The Coco’s Nuts Affair. The first one had been named The Gruesome Twosome Case, thanks to the two central (f’g demented) players. There’d also been a bad guy nicknamed Mr. Gruesome, due to an ugly visage only a mother could love, but we’d opted to keep it at Twosome.

The Coco’s Nuts Affair had involved multiple murders, all tied to the death of Jimmy Silone Picolo III, a diversified local entrepreneur also allegedly into racketeering and loansharking. This time, there’d been three killers, two in cahoots, and one we’d not in a million years have believed capable of serving as assassin. It went to show that you truly couldn’t judge a book by its cover.

“Xavier’s on speaker,” Rey announced, smacking Ald’s shoulder as she slipped past and dropped onto a second, smaller sofa.

“Hey A,” Ald said.

“A?” Rey mouthed.

My response was a you-got-me shrug.

“Have you heard the news?” the detective asked.

“I’ve been on the road with meetings and missions since noon. I just finished up in Mililani. What’s shaking?” Traffic hummed in the background as Xavier’s baritone voice boomed over the speaker.

Ald adjusted the volume. “Two galleries are pretty close to being cinders, specifically the ones belonging to Carlos Kawena and James-Henri Ossature. Weren’t you supposed to be here for Carlos’ 6-tu-8 do?”

“I had to be somewhere. But I had drinks with Carlos last night to celebrate his forty-sixth and he provided a sneak-peak of the exhibit.” Xavier’s voice had taken on a serious, business-like tone. “What happened? Is he okay?”

“We found a body that wasn’t recognizable. All I know at this stage is that it’s pretty certain the fire was no accident. The only thing I can confirm is the little intimate soirée ended at eight on the nose. He’d planned to leave the gallery no later than 8:20 to be at a snooty function at nine. The fire was called in at 8:35 p.m.”

“Did he show up at that affair?”

“He didn’t tell me much about it. And I haven’t been able to reach James-Henri.”

Rey, Linda and I gazed solemnly at one another.

“Where can I meet you?”

“I’m at the Triple Threat Investigation Agency.” Ald snickered and rolled intense Maya-blue eyes. He’d always found the name of the agency comical, but hadn’t mentioned that until a few weeks ago. In truth, I’d never liked it much either, but my theatrical over-the-top cousin, also a part-time actress (commercials primarily these days), had insisted upon it. Arguing with her was rarely worth the effort, so the Triple Threat Investigation Agency it was.

If you’d like to see how they deal with a cast of curious (if not treacherous) characters, please check the P.I.s here . . .

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