Published by Cozy Cat PressAnother unique foray into the forensic use of acoustics in aiding murder investigations. Who would have thought what a great tool this can be? I had the privilege of reviewing Patricia Rockwell's first book in this series, Sounds of Murder, this is the second. We have s...
—Euripides Essie peered through the tiny window in her mailbox. She could see a hand holding a large, thick envelope heading directly towards her face. She pulled back as Phyllis, the front desk clerk at Happy Haven, squeezed the large-sized envelope carefully into her small cubicle. Essie wai...
whispered Essie, “Get in here!” She motioned the young man to enter. Santos followed Essie inside and quietly closed the door behind him. She scooted back to her chair and plopped back down, pointing to her sofa. Santos remained standing. “I cannot stay, Miss Essie,” he said, ner...
People who tell me their age are silly. You’re as old as you feel.”—Elizabeth Arden They were now all hanging around the lobby. Opal had seen to it that Fay had made it back to her room and then she returned. Then Essie made Marjorie and Opal wait while she went somewhere.“Now, where did she go?”...
. . and that’s what my campaign is all about! Our community is filled with brilliant minds—minds I’d like to put to work to solve the problems that Mayor Brewster and the present administration have let fester over the years. Maybe they hoped that those problems would just solve themselves! Or...
––Henry Wadsworth Longfellow The four women loitered in the dining hall much past the normal closing time. Essie wanted to get caught up on all that she had apparently missed during the last 24 hours. As it was evidently not much, she breathed an internal sigh of relief and savo...
It probably really didn’t even require Rocky’s special milk ambrosia that he had concocted for her along with a nice bowl of his minestrone. What was in it? Surely not alcohol, because she didn’t feel tipsy; she just felt blissfully floating. Floating on water, like a very calm ocean—maybe the Ca...
He had greeted her colleagues officially and then requested some private time for additional questioning "if she didn't mind." Of course not, she thought, I love being grilled about a murdered colleague by the police. I love recalling every ugly moment of finding Charlotte's body in the lab. She ...