21
Sep
COMING SPRING 2010 - Wax Paper -(Modern Mystery) When a prominent archaeologist is found murdered in Western Montana, Special Agent Lynn Kwan finds more than murder, she unearths an ancient Chinese secret.
17
Sep
When the old Indian stepped out from nearby trees, Lynn nearly had a heart attack. He made a lot of commotion with his push cart. She thought maybe he was homeless until she saw that his cart was full of dead leaves and branches. Was he working at the break of dawn? He must have been hard of hearing because HE nearly had a heart attack when he turned and noticed her rolling up to him.
“I’m sorry.” She half yelled, “I didn’t mean to startle you.”
“Well now. You MUST be lost.” He, quite calmly said. “I don’t think Angels visit me at this time of the morning.” His eyes glistened at her.
Lynn actually blushed. “Yes, actually, thank you, I am lost. I got turned around. How do I get back to town?”
He looked a little confused. “Town? Why, you may be surprised to know this,” he leaned in towards her, “you ARE in town.” Then he giggled a little.
“Huh?” She looked incredulous.
“You are one street back from the main street, ma’am. Come with me.” He giggled and walked away.
She rolled after him as he led her to a dirt path. Sure enough, just on the other side of the dense stand of trees lining the road, was the back side of several buildings and homes that she surmised lined main street. The old man called out to someone. From a cute cape cod style building, a short, middle aged woman opened the back door.
“Jerry, keep your voice down. People sleep around here.”
The she noticed Lynn. “Oh, hello. I didn’t know Jerry had a guest.”
“Oh, no. Sorry, he doesn’t. He is just helping me find my way back to town. I got turned around back there.”
The woman noticed Lynn’s skates. A quick flash of confusion played over her for a brief moment and then, just as quickly, went away.
“Well, you must be cold, dressed like that. Would you like to step in and have some coffee?”
“Oh, no, I don’t want to intrude.”
“It’s no intrusion. Believe me.”
From inside the house, Lynn could now hear and see that there were several people inside. This was no house. It was a hall of some sort. Jerry smiled at her, patted his hands on his dirty pants, and walked into the hall. Several voices could be heard in unison; “JER!”
“It’s a homeless shelter dear. It’s safe.” The woman smiled. Lynn didn’t want to appear rude, so she untied her skates, took them off, and walked into the back door of the hall.
-MRC