Hey, it’s Rey again. HA-HA-HA-HA, the fifth mystery in our Triple Threat Investigation Agency series, is available for only 99 cents. What a great holiday gift, doncha think? He-he.
My cousin JJ, BFF Linda, and me have to figure out who the serial killer is that’s leaving victims along streams and canals—with black roses, no less. “Have to” because he’s decided he wants us to play his game, but his whacked-out rules. Which he keeps changing, by the way.
GRP is short for GrimReaperPeeper, as he calls himself. The media dubs him the Rose-Pin Killer and then, later, the Ha-Ha Killer. He’s not fond of either. Anyway, the dude’s pretty smart and kinda charming . . . and so not easy to catch!
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We do . . . I think. LOL Hi, it’s Linda. HA-HA-HA-HA, the fifth mystery in our Triple Threat Investigation Agency series, is available for only 99 cents. A steal, my BFF Rey would say.
We get pulled into a bizarre “case”—a serial killer, GrimReaperPeeper, or GRP for short, has decided he wants us to play his game. It’s a challenging one, because he keeps changing the rules.
Our charming and cunning new “buddy” leaves taunting messages, with no DNA or anything that might give away his identity. As more tortured victims are found with black roses along waterways—and the island is in panic mode—our culprit becomes increasingly elusive. He’s good at what he does, sadly, but we’re pretty decent private eyes.
As we attempt to discover who GRP—soon dubbed the Rose-Pin Killer and then the Ha-Ha Killer—we take on two cases. One is determining if a young husband is cheating on his older, wealthy wife and the other is tracking a pretty woman’s stalker. Eventually, it appears these two cases may have links to GRP. What, though?
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With happiness ‘cause HA-HA-HA-HA, the fifth mystery in our Triple Threat Investigation Agency series, is available for next to nada . . . only 99 cents!
Hey, it’s Rey. Although it’s not an official paying case, we’re out to nab the serial killer who’s terrorizing the island … and wanting us to play his game, by his rules. GrimReaperPeeper, or GRP as we call him, seems to have an obsession with us. He won’t leave us alone—which is kinda good, given we have to find and stop him!
Unfortunately, GRP’s victims are found all too regularly. Given he leaves handcrafted black roses with his tortured victims, he’s dubbed the Rose-Pin Killer. And when a plane flies overhead at one of the crime scenes—with a banner reading “HA-HA-HA-HA”—he’s soon referred to as the Ha-Ha Killer (much to his displeasure).
As we try to figure out who he is and why he leaves roses with victims found along streams and waterways, we take on a couple of cases. Gorgeous Caprize Marquessa de Sade is sure she is being stalked. And another woman, super rich Hardena Antigua, is certain her young husband is seeing someone on the side.
The give it our best to catch this mysterious man; he’s crafty and cunning, but we’re patient and persevering. And we have some help—from our new friend and neighbor, Sach Martin Morin, a personal fitness trainer who’s keen on becoming a part-time assistant P.I.
Meanwhile, Adwin, JJ’s former beau (he was with us during The Connecticut Corpse Caper) and her “sometimes boyfriend”, Cash, show up. And it seems both are interested in my cous. Which leads to a bit of tension, to say the least.
Or a super cheap promotion. It’s JJ today, hey. HA-HA-HA-HA, the fifth mystery in our Triple Threat Investigation Agency series, is available for 99 cents.
This time, we’ve not been enlisted by a client . . . we’ve been recruited by a serial killer. He’s as wily as he is charming. GRP (GrimReaperPeeper) has decided he wants us to play the game—by his rules, ones that continually change. It’s our most challenging and baffling case yet, with another curious (crazy) cast of characters. But we’re up to task. We have to be. Someone has to stop this guy!
While we endeavor to catch GRP, we take on a couple of cases: finding out if young hubby is cheating on wealthy older wifey and who (and why) a woman is being stalked. It soon seems that maybe, just maybe, these two cases are linked to GRP. But how?
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Starting today, HA-HA-HA-HA, the fifth mystery in the Triple Threat Investigation Agency series, is available for 99 cents (that’s worth a smile, if not a chuckle).
A rash of killings has private eyes JJ, her melodramatic sometimes-actress cousin Rey, and Rey’s best friend and blogger, Linda, 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 teasingly introduced himself at the end of Forever Poi, proves to be as intelligent as he is devious and dangerous. GRP, as they not so fondly call him, leaves them 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.
It’s not an official case, but they’re determined to solve it, despite their crafty and cunning nemesis. Who’ll have the last laugh? The treacherous opponent? Or the untiring trio?
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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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. . . 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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. . . 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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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
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It’s the second day of the Forever Poipromo. 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.”
“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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