The entire town of St. Germaine, North Carolina was cranky and Christmas was only a few weeks away. I mean, really cranky. And everyone had a theory why. Then the police chief/organist/choir director of the town's Episcopal Church is given a long-lost Christmas cantata recently discovered in t...
Our hero, Hayden, is a chief of detectives (the only detective in town) by day and the rest of the time choir director at the local Episcopal church with a master’s in music composition and a degree in law enforcement.. He drives a ‘62 Chevy that has rolled over the odometer four times, accordin...
(No. 4 in the Liturgical Mystery series) Detective Hayden Konig is a success in anyone's book. He has a job that he loves as Chief of Police in the small Appalachian town of St. Germaine, North Carolina. He's employed as the part-time organist and choirmaster at St. Barnabas Church. He's just pro...
(No. 2 in the Liturgical Mystery series) St. Germaine's police chief, Hayden Konig, returns in this hilarious sequel to THE ALTO WORE TWEED. He's beginning to write his second Chandler-style who-dun-it (an effort that is not going as well as he might wish), when he's called to England to help sol...
The Bass Wore Scales (No. 5 in the series) Where does a 500 lb. "born-again" gorilla sleep? Anywhere he wants! For Detective Hayden Konig, things are going well. He enjoys his two jobs, he's independently wealthy, his girlfriend has agreed not to marry him, and no one has been killed in St. Germa...
joked Rachel, then put her hand over her mouth. “Oh, my God! I didn’t mean that. We’d never kill anyone!” “You did tell Ruby Farthing that she was’t getting in, though.” “Sure,” said Stephanie. “We had to tell the ones that aren’t getting in. That’s...
Pickles, "and since you're working for the bishop, we know where you stand," which, at the moment, was in the middle of the center ring, surrounded by a nightmare of Ringlingian proportions.They moved in like Yuppies into renovated Brownstones--or maybe loft apartments on the upper West side; not...
I said. “How nice to see you again. But you didn’t have to shoot the lock off the door. It was open.”She hoisted her two thirty-eights back into her spandex where they belonged and sauntered into the office.“Hi Denver. Isabel here yet?” she asked, ignoring me and dropping into a chair like a hund...
said Nancy. “I got it from Kimberly Walnut, then confirmed it with Vera Kendrick, the children’s minister from New Fellowship Baptist.” “Let’s hear it,” said Pete. “Hey,” I said. “This is police business.” “Sorry,” said Pete. “So let’s hear it,” I said.The Slab Café seemed to stay busy from June ...