Showing posts with label classic mysteries. Show all posts
Showing posts with label classic mysteries. Show all posts

Tuesday, July 12, 2022

Father Frank to the Rescue

 


I love the clerical sleuth genre, which is actually a sub-genre of the amateur detective genre.


There’s something about a man or woman of faith matching wits with a murderer. That combination elevates the moral nature of the story.


Philip Grosset of the Clerical Detective website has identified 376 clerical detectives. That’s an awful lot of men and women of the cloth bringing criminals to justice. A clear case of faith in action.


Father Frank first appeared in the book Cleansed by Fire, published in 2012.


You Won’t Know How… Or When, Book 4 in the Magnolia Bluff Crime Chronicles, is also the latest Father Frank mystery. And it’s a good one.


Father Frank has never been to the Texas Hill Country and hasn’t had a vacation in 4 years. His friend from seminary, Father Lee, is the priest at Christ the King Catholic Church in Magnolia Bluff, that idyllic little town on the shore of Burnet Reservoir. So Father Frank decides to pay his friend a visit and do a little sight seeing.


When Father Frank arrives, Father Lee has to attend to an emergency and Father Frank volunteers to do confession for him. And that’s when the fun begins.


Confessions are sacred. Their content cannot be divulged. So what do you do when someone tells you they’re going to kill you? You won’t know how, or when. But they are going to get you.


Then it hits you — the “confession” wasn’t meant for you, but for your friend. And you can’t tell him he’s a marked man. You can’t break the seal of the confessional.


That is Father Frank’s dilemma. And it’s a very difficult one. It turns his holiday into a hunt for a man determined to kill his friend.


In the course of his investigation, he befriends Rev. Ember Cole, the pastor of the Methodist Church, and Harry Thurgood, owner of the Really Good Wood-Fired Coffee Shop, and takes a special interest in their relationship, offering Ember some “fatherly” advice. That gave the story a tender and personal touch.


The book’s storyline is fairly straight-forward. What I enjoyed most was seeing Father Frank working out his faith to achieve tangible and rewarding good works.


Callan doesn’t wield a heavy club when it comes to his faith. His approach is rather matter of fact. An approach that works well for me. An approach that makes the Christian faith accessible and desirable.


You Won’t Know How… Or When is another fabulous entry in the Magnolia Bluff Crime Chronicles series, as well as a worthy addition to the Father Frank series. Two birds with one stone.


Do you like puzzles? Or Wordle? Or just figuring out the instructions on how to put together the table you just bought?


If you do, pick up a copy of this suspense-filled whodunit and see if you can figure out how it will all end. It’s on pre-order at Amazon.


Comments are always welcome. And until next time, happy reading!





CW Hawes is a playwright, award-winning poet, and a fictioneer, with a bestselling novel. He’s also an armchair philosopher, political theorist, social commentator, and traveler. He loves a good cup of tea and agrees that everything’s better with pizza.




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Monday, April 18, 2022

Death Wears a Crimson Hat - Snippet 2


 

Book 1 of the Magnolia Bluff Crime Chronicles: Death Wears a Crimson Hat -- LIVE! Get your copy today at Amazon!


Last week I gave you Chapter 1 to sample. This week, I give you Chapter 2. Enjoy!


Chapter 2



The Reverend Ember Cole walked through the door of the Really Good Wood-Fired Coffee Shop at precisely five minutes after one and froze.

There, in the corner, Mary Lou Fight was holding court with the five members of her Crimson Hat Society, all decked out in their red hats, yellow feather boas, and indigo attire.

Mary Lou and her husband Gunter were prominent, very prominent members of Ember’s church. And an unrelenting source of grief for her.

Scarlett Hayden saw her and waved.

The only honest one in the bunch, Ember thought, and waved back. She proceeded to the counter where Harry was standing at the end opposite from where Mary Lou was holding court. The eyes of the Queen of the Crimson Hats followed Ember.

The Reverend took a seat, and Harry handed her a menu. “I realize you don’t need this, but ol’ eagle-eye is watching us.”

“And I bet her mouth is still talking to her flock.”

“It is. And was that a note of disdain I heard? Isn’t that a sin or something?”

“That woman makes the Devil look like Gabriel.”

“You know what they say: there’s telephone, telegraph, but don’t tell Mary Lou.”

Ember smiled. “I don’t think that’s how it goes.”

“But it’s the truth.”

“That it is.”

“You want your usual?”

“Sure. Especially since this drizzle isn’t letting up.”

Harry turned towards the window to the kitchen. “Bowl of chili, with cornbread for the Reverend.”

“Si, Mr. Thurgood.”

He turned back to Ember. “You having a good day so far?”

“Not bad. Just wish I’d hear more good news. People tend to see me when they need something fixed.”

“That’s usually how it goes. When you’re in the fix-it business, that is.”

“Ain’t that the truth.”

“Order up for the Reverend.”

Harry grabbed Ember’s plate of cornbread and bowl of chili and set them before her, and added a set of tableware and a napkin.

“Thanks, Harry.”

“Water? Or would you like to be more adventurous today?”

“Water’s fine.”

Harry filled a glass and set it before her.

Between spoons of chili, Ember asked, “What are the Hats doing here? It’s not their regular day.”

“Don’t know. Hang on. I’m being flagged. Probably another chamomile tea, with soy milk and Allulose. I’ll be back.”

Ember didn’t watch Harry Thurgood walk over to the table of Hats because she knew Mary Lou would be watching to see if she did.

A spoon of chili made its way to Ember’s mouth. That woman makes my blood boil, she thought as she swallowed the chili. Just something else I need to leave in your capable hands, Jesus. But I do wish you’d do something real quick.

Harry left the table, stopped at the window to give the orders to Miguel, and returned to where Ember was sitting.

“How is it,” he said, “that information just flows to some people and usually to the people you don’t want to have it?”

“Wish I knew. Did they say something critical about us over there?”

“Mary Lou made a couple of suggestive comments about you and me. I told her I needed to keep my very few customers satisfied, and if she could send more business my way, I’d give her and her group free drinks next time.”

“What did she say?”

“Purred on as to how they all would do their best for me.”

“Good luck with that. Since you didn’t get a loan through her husband’s bank, she’d just as soon see you go under as to help you out.”

“Maybe. But where would Charmaine get her chamomile tea?”

“As if Mary Lou gave a damn about that.”

“Whoa, Reverend! I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that.”

Ember smiled. “I shouldn’t let her get under my skin. It’s just that she makes life very difficult for me. And can make it worse, if she chose to do so.” She paused, and added, “God, I hate walking on eggshells.”

“Let’s change the subject. You doing anything later? We could get a bite to eat and watch a movie at my place. Or yours.”

“I’d like that, Harry. But…”

“Yeah, yeah. You have to be above reproach, so gossip hags like Mary Lou won’t have any ammunition.”

“Sorry. You see, every year I’m up for review. I don’t want to get sent somewhere else. I… Well, you know… I like it here.”

“In spite of being an outsider?”

“There are some nice people here. And it’s beautiful country.”

“Gotcha.” He paused, then said, “If you change your mind…”

Ember nodded.

“Order up, Mr. Thurgood.”

Harry took the tray to the Crimson Hat table, and Ember put a spoonful of chili in her mouth. She slowly chewed and thought of Harry asking her out. He was definitely an attractive man. Tall. With that wavy blond hair. Probably in his forties.

A man of the world interested in me. She smiled, but a frown quickly pushed the smile away. Mary Lou. If it wasn’t for her, I could go out with him. But that will never happen.

She took a bite of cornbread. But if we did go out, nothing could come of it. We can only be friends. Because if he knew…

Ember didn’t want to go down that road, not now, and quickly finished her lunch. She got up, fished a twenty out of her purse, remembering she hadn’t paid for breakfast, and put it on the counter next to her plate. After smoothing her skirt, she cast a glance at the Hats, and saw Mary Lou looking at her. She smiled at the Queen of the Magnolia Bluff Society of Gossips, Backbiters, and Character Assassins, and headed for the door.

Once outside, she stopped, took hold of the cross that hung on a chain around her neck, and whispered. “Anytime, Lord. Anytime.”


I hope you enjoyed that sample. 


Here is a brief summary of Death Wears a Crimson Hat.



Secrets, gossip, and a murder that could reveal all.


Harry Thurgood just wants a quiet life, and to leave his past in the past. And he thinks he’s found the perfect place in sleepy Magnolia bluff, Texas. Until the murder of a prominent citizen threatens to let the skeletons out of his closet.


Quiet and unassuming, the Reverend Ember Cole wants nothing more than to be a good pastor to her congregation. And when her friendship with Harry threatens her job, she has to choose between friendship and the church.


However, when the murder is pinned on Ember, Harry decides he and Ember have to find the real killer to keep Ember out of jail and Harry’s past in the past.


But when Harry and Ember are almost killed in a hit and run, they realize the killer will stop at nothing to avoid being found. Even if he has to kill again.


Death Wears a Crimson Hat by CW Hawes is the first book in the new multi-author crime series: The Magnolia Bluff Crime Chronicles. Each book in the series will be written by one of The Underground Authors and will feature action, suspense, humor, and, of course, murder.


Get in on the action, and see if you can solve the mystery!


And you can do that starting Thursday, April 21st!


Comments are always welcome. And until next time, happy reading!




CW Hawes is a playwright, award-winning poet, and a fictioneer; as well as an armchair philosopher, political theorist, and social commentator. He loves a good cup of tea and agrees that everything’s better with pizza.



Wednesday, December 2, 2020

To Right A Wrong — Is Live!

 



The latest Justinia Wright mystery, To Right A Wrong, is live!


Get it on Amazon!


And here’s a snippet to whet your appetite.


Gavin, maintaining his innocence, said the only conclusion was that someone had shot his uncle.

The jury agreed. They also agreed with the prosecutor that the someone was Gavin Gamble.

I set the papers on my desk. It all seemed to be there: motive, means, and opportunity. I picked up the copy of the anonymous letter Molly Gamble received. The penmanship was elegant, but the hand that had written the note was not a steady one. The message was simple:


Your husband is innocent. One of the witnesses is lying.


The message was signed, A Friend.

A friend. Ha! If the person was truly a friend, why didn’t he or she say something at the trial? Why wait until now? Indeed, why now? Why send Molly Gamble this note at this particular point in time?

It seemed to me we had more people, a lot more people we needed to talk to before Tina could decide if the note sender was a liar or not.

And how did the note sender know Gavin Gamble was innocent in the first place? Now that was a question I’d like an answer to.

Tina walked into the office and sat at her desk.

“So did Chopin confess? He did it, with the revolver, in the study.”

My sister poured herself a glass of Sercial madeira, the cheap fifty dollar a bottle stuff. “What are you talking about?”

“Apparently he didn’t confess, because you’re still a crabby puss.”

“I am not.” She took a sip of wine. “Did you read the transcripts?”

“I did.”

“Thoughts?”

“In spite of his claim to innocence, the evidence is pretty damning.”

“As I recall from the news coverage, the case was more or less open and shut.”

“So how are you going to spring our jail bird out of the slammer?”

“I don’t know. Who else had a motive for killing James Bowen?”

“Beats me. Gavin Gamble admitted he felt hurt and betrayed because his uncle decided to give him the boot. It could be he also felt angry and decided to get even. That was the prosecution’s line of reasoning, and the jury bought it.”

“Yes, they did. The question is whether or not they bought a snow job. The question we must answer is simple: who else had motive to kill James Bowen, because if Mr Gamble is innocent then someone else not only had motive but acted on it — and then framed Mr Gamble.”