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"MURDER ON THE MULLET EXPRESS is an action-packed crime caper set during the Florida Land Boom, as bootleggers, mobsters and grifters galore feed on the dreams of sun-seekers. Teddy and Cornelia, well-nigh unshockable after their WWI tours of nursing duty, are at full stretch as it is - wrangling their eccentric Uncle Percy, when a murder hijacks their trip and throws them in at the deep end. Truly original and tremendous fun with a big heart. Make that two big hearts."
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Someone tried to break into Uncle Percival’s room. Teddy is hung over.
The three of them sat at a small table for breakfast. Cornelia was grateful that none of the other hotel guests had joined them. They needed to figure out who was interested in her uncle and why.
Professor Pettijohn began to order sausage with his eggs.
"That's not a good idea." She indicated Teddy, who was greener than the palm fronds. He wisely switched to bacon.
Cornelia ordered orange juice, eggs, and grits.
Teddy ordered coffee and a bag of ice.
After the waitress left, Cornelia lowered her voice. “Why would someone want to break into your room?”
Pettijohn shrugged. “I brought cash for a down payment. Maybe they wanted it.”
“A number of other people here have cash, too. Probably some brought more than you did, especially the ones in that fancy new hotel. Why you?”
“Maybe they have a list, and it was my turn.”
“I don’t think that’s it. If I were that sort of crook, I would break into a binder boy’s room, not yours,” Cornelia said.
“They wanted to start small?”
She gave him a disgusted look. "Will you please take this seriously?"
The waitress arrived with the coffee and orange juice. She also had a bag of ice on her tray. She handed it to Teddy, who lifted her broad-brimmed hat long enough to tuck it inside.
“There’s my camera,” the professor said. “It’s valuable.”
“Most of the visitors can afford one of their own. If they can afford a winter home in Florida, they can afford a camera. Even one as nice as yours.”
“Perhaps it’s a pair of locals. Men in need of money, and ones who don’t have a car. It’s a fair walk to the new hotel.”
“So, now you’re suggesting they picked you because they were lazy?”
Teddy’s voice, acidic, broke in. “Figure out who they were first. If you know the who, the why might solve itself.”
“Good suggestion,” the professor said.
“I need out of the sunlight,” she replied. “I thought I’d hurry the two of you along.”
“How will we identify these people? What did you see, Corny?”
Cornelia winced at the use of the nickname. “Very little. One was average size, the other was huge. That’s about all I could tell.”
“But you heard their voices.”
“So, we match the voices to the people,” he said. “I think we should do some socializing with my potential neighbors today.”
“Speak more quietly,” Teddy muttered. “I have a fat head.”
The professor ignored her. “Should we begin with the people on our floor?” he asked his niece.
“No,” Cornelia said, “I don’t think they’re staying or working at this hotel. We’ve eaten here every day. I know every voice by now. These men were strangers.”
Long time no see! We haven't posted in a while, but it's not because we weren't hard at work.
We displayed our wares at the Wiregrass Barnes & Noble Local Author Event in May, and in June we helped present a Sisters in Crime event in Sarasota.
We also have an intern this summer, Darby, who is assisting us with with publications coming out later this year. Her help is especially welcome now, since Gwen and I are finishing up our first novel together. Expect more details and a cover reveal in the months to come.
I know, I know - screw that; when are we opening for submissions again? Well, we will be open for novel subs in October, but we're still discussing how many anthologies to publish this year. There's a lot on our plates. We'll keep you posted.
We are pleased to report that two (count 'em - two!) of the five finalists for the Agatha Awards' category of Best Short Story came from History & Mystery, Oh My!
Many, many congratulations to the excellent authors, Edith Maxwell and Harriette Sackler. We were flattered that they sent their stories to us, and of course we're tickled pink about the nominations.
The Agatha Awards are awarded at Malice Domestic, an annual fan convention that honors the "traditional mystery" as exemplified by the works of Agatha Christie. The first convention was held in 1989. Attendees make the nominations and choose the winners. We wish good luck to both women!
Our victim was spread too awkwardly on the floor for him to have been simply knocked out by a piece of falling debris. He could have died from the smoke, but the fire had not traveled much beyond the bed. I cleaned the grime from my own spectacles with my handkerchief and moved to where I could examine him more closely. That’s when I saw the bullet holes. One entered through the back of his head, ranged downward, and removed the lower portion of his face. The other shot had been fired into his back.
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