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Wednesday Special Spotlight

Shines On

The muti-talented Emma Lane who brings us her latest recipe for its ease of variations on a theme.

From Emma Lane I love this for its easy, fast, and infinitely variable.

Fast and Easy Fruit Pudding

1 qt. fresh or canned fruit, drained
2½ tbsp. sugar or sweeten to taste
1 cup flour
1 tsp. baking powder
½ tsp. salt
1 egg, lightly beaten
½ cup milk
2 tbsp. vegetable oil
1 tsp. vanilla flavoring

Preheat oven to 400° F.

Place fruit in glass baking dish. Sweeten if preferred.

Combine flour, baking powder, and salt in a medium bowl.

Stir together egg, milk, oil, and vanilla in a small bowl. Add to flour mixture. Stir to mix only, do not beat.

Pour mixture over fruit. Bake 30 minutes.

Use your imagination and have fun to vary this Fruit Pudding such as:
Country Peach – add a ½ tsp. nutmeg to liquid mixture.
Spicy Apple – use 1 tsp. cinnamon or premixed apple spice mix.
Hawaiian Delight – combine pineapple, apricot, and banana to make one qt. fruit. Sprinkle lightly with coconut after baking. Top each serving with a maraschino cherry.

My latest Cozy Mystery is a novel that introduces you to Detective Kevin Fowler and the intriguing murders which infect this small town Americana. The series follows the detective, colleagues, friends, and lovers through a whirlwind of events, good and bad, over the next three novels. I hope you enjoy this peek.

A killer is attacking respectable citizens in picturesque Hubbard, NY, and leaving corpses on their front steps in the middle of the day. Detective Fowler isn’t certain who causes him to lose the most sleep, a certain sexy reporter with bouncing curls and sparkling black eyes, or the elusive psychopath creating panic in his small-town community. Together, the detective and the reporter race to find the monster in their midst and return the town to the desirable place where people come to raise their families in peace and contentment. Can they sort through their differences to find romance even as they search for a determined stalker with murder on his mind? The clock ticks down on a man in a rage with a deadly mission.

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Janis Lane is the pen-name for gifted author Emma Lane who writes cozy mysteries as Janis, Regency as Emma, and spice as Sunny Lane.
She lives in Western New York where winter is snowy, spring arrives with rave reviews, summer days are long and velvet, and fall leaves are riotous in color. At long last she enjoys the perfect bow window for her desk where she is treated to a year-round panoramic view of nature. Her computer opens up a fourth fascinating window to the world. Her patient husband is always available to help with a plot twist and encourage Emma to never quit. Her day job is working with flowers at Herbtique and Plant Nursery, the nursery she and her son own.

Look for information about writing and plants on Emma’s new website. Leave a comment or a gardening question and put a smile on Emma’s face.

Stay connected to Emma on Facebook and Twitter. Be sure to check out the things that make Emma smile on Pinterest.

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Wednesday Special Spotlight

Shines On

The green thumb of Janis Lane bringing us her gardening tips.

PLANTING FOR FALL

Some plants will perform admirably in the summer but must be stored for winter. Dahlias are a great example. Although fairly expensive, they are certainly worth investing for their gorgeous blossoms, but the fat tubers must be dug and brought inside (cellar) for the winter. There are several ways to care for them, but important is to keep them relatively dry in storage. Perhaps wrapped in newspaper and tucked safety inside a paper bag and stored on an upper shelf away from the damp floor.

After digging, the large tuber may be separated for an abundance of new plants in the next year. Each piece should contain at least three ‘eyes.” Remove as much soil as possible before storing.

Plant out in the spring when all danger of frost has left. Dahlias are a large plant and, although bred for the cut flower market with strong stems, should be staked for protection from a destructive wind. Choices are endless from small, short border varieties to large dinner plate blossoms. Colors are vivid with many bi-colored types. The Red Ball has proven to be a prolific producer of long stemmed blooms perfect for the vase or an arrangement. Full sun seems best although half day is probably adequate. Enjoy! Nothing says Fall like a large bouquet of dahlias for your indoor pleasure.

Fall outdoors is for Mums

Plant as an annual, or if you are one of those very lucky gardeners, cover with mulch and winter over. In the spring carefully cut back until the 4th of July for a compact plant.MUMS                         Mum varieties                Zinnias, dahlias, mums.

The richness of fall color presented prominently in the Cozy Mystery, Murder in the Neighborhood, a novel which introduces the reader to Detective Kevin Fowler and the intriguing murders which infected this small town Americana. The series follows the detective, colleagues, friends, and lovers through the next three novels.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

About Emma:

Emma Janis Lane writes in two genres, cozy mystery and historical Regency. She lives in Western NY where she enjoys snowy winters, delightful Springs, balmy Summers, and riotous colors in Fall. Look for information about writing and plants on her new website. Leave a comment or a gardening question and put a smile on Emma’s face.

Stay connected with Emma on Pinterest and Twitter.

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Friday Feature

A Talk with

Janis Lane

Author of

Murder In The Neighborhood

 

Just a note about Murder in the Neighborhood before we turn the blog over to Janis. Donald’s five star review of the book was titled “Twist and turns in a small town” and said that while the book starts slowly with a homicide investigation, the rich descriptive tapestry of the small town of Hubbard, in Western New York, in the first weeks of October keeps you interested. The hero, Detective Kevin Fowler, is a splendidly described character and the book picks up momentum with the arrival of the heroine, Miss Beverly Hampton, and continues to pick up speed to the point that you do not want to put it down. You become engaged in the lives of the people of Hubbard, Beverly, Kevin, and whether or not he will be able to solve the murder. The twist and turns of their relationship along with the problems, of what seems an insolvable murder, make this book by Janis Lane one you should read.

Now over to you Janis.

Thanks for hosting me, Catherine and Donald. I always enjoy a visit with you two.

One of the most frequent questions I get asked is who I base my characters on. I try to explain that never do I put a real person in my books. In other words, I work like Dr. Frankenstein. I take parts of people and make another whole person, who is completely fictional.

In MURDER IN THE NEIGHBORHOOD, I confess to using my brother-in-law and his bride more than most. He is a cop and she works closely by his side. I’ve had some wild experiences as a house guest that stuck with me. One sleepy lunch time, I climbed in the back of his patrol car to catch a ride to the grocery store for a loaf of bread. I sat in the back staring sleepily at the cage, listening to the radio barking out unintelligible messages. Suddenly I was pulling G’s while the car hit breathtaking speeds. Next I knew we were sitting in the medium of highway 75 with a terrifying number of cars whizzing by on both sides. I counted at least 5 rotating lights on state patrol cars and thought there might just be something bad happening. Turns out a DB (dead body) had been spotted.

I think to this day, my brother-in-law had forgotten I was in the back seat. A writer won’t forget an experience like that soon. It’s fodder for a fertile imagination.

Settings are another subject. I admit freely I use parts of my village, thinly disguised and altered with another name, Hubbard, NY. It’s fiction, I hasten to remind you. Nevertheless, my friends thumb through searching what they might recognize.

Blurb:

A killer is attacking respectable citizens in picturesque Hubbard, NY, and leaving corpses on their front steps in the middle of the day. Detective Fowler isn’t certain who causes him to lose the most sleep, a certain sexy reporter with bouncing curls and sparkling black eyes, or the elusive psychopath creating panic in his small-town community. Together, the detective and the reporter race to find the monster in their midst and return the town to the desirable place where people come to raise their families in peace and contentment. Can they sort through their differences to find romance even as they search for a determined stalker with murder on his mind? The clock ticks down on a man in a rage with a deadly mission.20131205 MurderintheNeigh_850

EXCERPT:

The seasoned detective supposed it was as good a day as any to die. He had seen bodies frozen in the snow, rotting in the rain and in sun so hot the flesh cooked on the bones before the vultures could find them. This death was almost dignified in contrast. The woman appeared as if she decided to take a rest on her steps and someone came along and taped her face up until she smothered. There seemed to be no struggle; just that claw shape to the hands and the swollen face with the one bulging eye. She was still stiff with rigor mortis, hadn’t been dead so very long.

Closely, Fowler studied the woman staring sightlessly at blue sky filtered through an overhead canopy of trees. Dyed blond hair, roots showing an inch of gray, stood thinly away from her head, which sat, almost neckless, on fat-padded shoulders, her waist merely an indentation before the rounded stomach began. Wide jeans rolled up at the ankles and a pair of scruffy bedroom slippers stuck out at right angles. A red sweat shirt, letters reading, “Gentlemen prefer blondes,” inundated across large mounds of breasts. Sitting to one side, a plastic jack-o-lantern filled with dried grasses grinned grotesquely.

Eddie, the rookie policeman, pushed his hat to the back of his head, then reached for the yellow crime scene tape to encircle the house and small front yard. He glanced enviously at the detective who matched him in height, but outstripped him in breadth of shoulders. Fowler was wearing a light-weight jacket unzipped underneath which peeked a semi-automatic in a shoulder harness.

Detective Kevin Fowler couldn’t claim a handsome face—the broken nose settled that—but his square jaw, the dimple in his chin and the rich chestnut hair which fell in a stubborn hank over his forehead captured the attention of the female officer busily collecting evidence. She tucked a plastic baggie into her work kit, sealed it with tape and wrote with a black marker across the top. As she snapped her plastic gloves off and gazed at Fowler with an intent expression on her face, her partner felt a stab of envy. Damn him anyway, Eddie thought, but without any real malice or heat. Fowler was a hard man to hate.

“Duct tape again. The universal-versatile tool brought to a new use,” Jill, the uniformed policewoman, joked to maintain her center of gravity. She hadn’t been in on many homicides.

“The killer had to be a man. You males are all fascinated to find new uses for that gray tape.” She had drifted close to where Fowler was standing as he gazed down at the body. She pushed at her blonde hair, tucking it around her ears, and Eddie the Cop knew she was attracted to the detective. She used that unconscious gesture to the face and hair that women do when a virile man arrives on the premises. He watched enviously.

“Yeah, a big roll of duct tape can sure come in handy,” Fowler answered absently.

“Photographer been here yet?” he asked. He grunted with satisfaction when the answer was yes and reached over to brush a leaf out of the dead woman’s hair.

“Ambulance on the way?” He took a small notebook out of his pocket and wrote a line or two, glancing over at the corpse.

“He’s a little late, but on the way,” Eddie answered. “Wreck out on the highway with injuries. He’ll be here presently.”

“How about the Medical Examiner’s office? Anybody from there show up yet?”

“Nope. We called it in right away, and they said they’d be here soon. Haven’t heard a word since,” Eddie answered.

“Get some bags on those hands, will you, Jill?” Fowler glanced up at the officer who jerked around to reach for her equipment with an embarrassed look on her face.

“Either of you move the body? Move anything? Touch anything?” They both shook their heads no.

“How about the photographer? He mess around with the evidence?” Jill shook her head vehemently.

“He’s still here. Went over to his car to get another camera, I think.” She pointed to a van parked down the street. “He was very professional, as usual. Took a lot of pictures though. Thought he’d never get finished. You’d think he’s never worked with a corpse before. You want me to get him?” she said as she slipped clear plastic bags over the victim’s hands and fastened them with rubber bands.

She didn’t add that she hadn’t either. This was a first for her partner and her, but they knew the routine. Just that in a small town, nothing much this serious ever happened. They didn’t get many, if any, chances to practice what they had learned at the academy. She’d almost lost her cookies when she first got there, but she had a good handle on her stomach now.

“No. I expect he’ll be back in a minute.” Fowler looked down the block.

It was a near perfect, early October day, the third on a Wednesday; temperatures in the mid 60’s, sun shining with a mild zephyr puffing by now and then. An expectant hush had fallen over one of the residential neighborhoods of the small town located in Western New York. The neighbors had to be peeking out their windows—two black and whites parked in the front yard –but were respectfully remaining inside for now. Fowler thought he understood. Hubbard was, by and large, a town of mannerly citizens and good sidewalks. People walked out safely and often and it was unusual on such a nice day to see the scenery totally devoid of human activity

“Either of you question the neighbors? Who made the call?”

“A neighbor. She had to go. Said she’d be back soon and gave us her name and address. She stayed with the body until we got here. I think she lives a few doors down.” Eddie handed over a scrap of paper with the address which Fowler looked at and stuck in his pocket.

A new black sedan pulled to the curb and three men exited. Eddie breathed a sigh of relief as he recognized the doctor and his assistants. The representatives of the ME’s Office had arrived and would handle the body and the forensic evidence which had been gathered from then on.

Fowler looked the new arrivals over and shook his head. Those doctors got younger every year. This one must be so fresh out of med school his ears still looked moist, even though they had to spend extra years specializing in forensic pathology. Or else he was getting old. Nah. They were graduating babies.

They all turned at the sound of a siren and the flash of red lights that signaled the arrival of the ambulance. It whined to a stop at the curb, scattering dried leaves and sending them whirling red and gold.   A couple of neighborhood dogs barked wildly and one howled. The sirens must sound like a freight train moving through to the dog’s ultra sensitive ears, Fowler thought and could see doors opening and a few heads popping out up and down the street.

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BIO: Janis Lane lives and writes in picturesque Western NY. She divides her time between her computer, where she writes Cozy Mysteries and Regency Romances, and the plant nursery where she plays with plants, flowers, and bouquets. Look for a new Detective Kevin Fowler release, MURDER ON BLAKE HILL, due out summer ’16.

New Regency by Emma Lane will debut in March: Tutored by a Duke.

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Friday Features

Welcomes

Janis Lane

Today we have an extra special Friday Features with Janis Lane as she is sharing two books with us. What a great deal.

Donald has read Murder in the Neighborhood and said that while the book starts slowly with a homicide investigation, the rich descriptive tapestry of the small town of Hubbard, in Western New York, in the first weeks of October keep you interested. There is a bit of reminiscing by the hero, Detective Kevin Fowler, as he begins his investigation, as there is throughout the book, but this only adds to the richness of the character and the reader’s understanding of his motivations. The book picks up momentum a few pages in with the arrival of the heroine, Miss Beverly Hampton, and continues to pick up speed to the point that you do not want to put it down. The twist and turns of their relationship along with the problem of what seems an insolvable murder, make this book by Janis Lane one you should read.

Janis is going to give us some background on the settings she has used for her Detective Kevin Fowler Mysteries books, Murder in the Neighborhood, currently released, and Murder in the Junkyard, coming soon. Without further comment we turn this over to Janis.

 

Thank you Catherine and Donald.

The inspiration of my Detective Kevin Fowler Mysteries was the desire to write about small town America. Taking a leisurely walk down the picturesque sidewalks in my own home town, the idea came to me for a plot. If one citizen was murdered right on their front steps in this normally safe community, how would each character react to this horrifying scene? Not only could I examine the trauma of individual neighbors, their interactions would come under scrutiny as well. Almost overnight there would be a change. Unlocked doors would be locked, children would be watched more carefully, and the police would not be hanging out in the diner eating sticky buns. Detective Kevin Fowler’s reaction to this crime was almost visceral. He was furious someone came to “his” town and upset the citizens on his watch.

Equally important was the physical setting of the story. The vivid splashes of fall leaves sparkle on the front cover of MURDER IN THE NEIGHBORHOOD. I enjoyed showcasing the beautiful flowering trees in the spring setting of MURDER IN THE JUNKYARD, the second Detective Kevin Fowler Mystery, with Brenda Bryant as she goes ‘junkn’ and finds not a treasure, but a body. Writing about small towns allowed more interaction with nature and almost became another character in my stories.

 

MURDER IN THE NEIGHBORHOOD

A killer is attacking respectable citizens in picturesque Hubbard, NY, and leaving corpses on their front steps in the middle of the day. Detective Fowler isn’t certain who causes him to lose the most sleep, a certain sexy reporter with bouncing curls and sparkling black eyes, or the elusive psychopath creating panic in his small-town community. Together, the detective and the reporter race to find the monster in their midst and return the town to the desirable place where people come to raise their families in peace and contentment. Can they sort through their differences to find romance even as they search for a determined stalker with murder on his mind? The clock ticks down on a man in a rage with a deadly mission.

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EXCERPT

It was unusual to find corpses on the front steps of the homes here in Hubbard, population nine thousand, give or take a few births or deaths, or the trendy one or two foreign adoptions. There were some thefts occasionally, domestic calls, usually associated with too much alcohol, but not many homicides. None in the five years he had worked here. The town was known as a safe place to own a home and raise children in spite of slightly higher taxes than the towns surrounding it.

He noticed the screen door slightly ajar and felt his pulse quicken. Had the officers done even a perfunctorily check of the premises as they should have? What did they teach policemen at the academy these days? He quietly opened the door and entered.

Inside it was still and shadowy after the bright sun of early afternoon, and he stood, allowing his eyes to adjust. He could smell the remains of fried grease from breakfast, maybe bacon, and the lingering odor of a strong cleaning agent. The kitchen and bathroom to one side were initially all that he could see.

He heard a creak, then froze. Was someone in here? He immediately gripped the butt of his semi-automatic as he strode purposefully forward and peered around the corner into the short hall on the left. He kept his gun cocked and ready to fire. One flick of the safety and he could pull the trigger. The extra speed might be the difference between life and death. The message was ingrained into his memory by the instructors at the academy, and he automatically positioned his body to give his right arm plenty of room to operate.

A young woman competently filling a pair of gray slacks and a blue sweater was backing out of a bedroom with her hand still on the door. She was slightly built but of medium height with a thick mop of curly brown hair cut just at jaw line. A tiny waist and the snug slacks accented a firm, rounded bottom that strained and rippled the material as she stepped backwards from the room.

He thought he had seen those hips someplace before, but he waited patiently for the intruder to turn around. Would she recognize him outlined against the light? She finally did and gave a visible start and squeak of surprise.

“Miss Hampton,” he greeted keeping his voice quiet and noncommittal. He nodded with raised eyebrows, as he leaned against the doorjamb with his arms crossed in front of him waiting for her explanation. Her cheeks reddened slightly as she came toward him. He had never known such a rounded woman before. Everything about her made him think of succulent apples. She wasn’t fat. Just curvy round. He tried not to look down at her chest, which he knew would bring thoughts of Delicious to mind. He was slightly acquainted with Beverly Louise Hampton and more than a little wary. His attraction to her had his automatic defense mechanisms clicking, one by one, firmly into place.

“Hey, Detective Fowler,” she said warily by way of greeting. “I came in the back door from behind. I parked my car over on the next street because I knew the short cut through the yards. Used to ride my bike through here to get to school,” she babbled. “I guessed you would have all the official vehicles out front. I said hello to the police earlier,” she added, winding down and giving him a slightly apprehensive look. He knew she knew she shouldn’t be here.

 

MURDER IN THE JUNKYARD

Back Cover Blurb: Detective Kevin Fowler is furious that low life has targeted his town where people live in blissful safety. Brenda Bryant is out junkn’ for good things when she stumbles over the grotesque body of a man beloved by no one. Suspense heats up when large sums of money are found in two different places. Drug money is suspected and Brenda targeted by someone who wants the money returned. Detective Fowler faces surprise after surprise as he peels back the surface of Hubbard, New York and deals with its shocking underbelly. Meanwhile romance infiltrates the group of friends with a wedding in the making.

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EXERPT

Faint odors of rotting garbage wafted past her nose invading the Western New York spring air. Closing her eyes, she sighed, then resolutely opened them and started to pull herself up, a move which slightly shifted the dresser. To her horrified eyes, a white human hand flopped from behind her, landing almost in her lap.

Slowly the hand moved and was followed by a shoulder and then a head full of gray hair with a forehead marred by a jagged, bloody hole. A stench followed, and she stopped breathing for a second trying to avoid it. She wanted to scream, but the sound stuck in her throat, which felt like rope was tightening around it. Beads of sweat rappelled in streams down her face, stinging her eyes and blurring her vision, while her stomach gave a querulous lurch. She swallowed rapidly. I will not throw up. I will not throw up.

“Brenda?”

She heard Tom calling out to her and, struggling for control, she stood up. Unable to keep her eyes averted from the horror at her feet, she glanced down at the greenish-white face and recognized the identity of the corpse, on the way to becoming something not quite human in the spring temperature. A cloud of flies descended and settled on the body.

Brenda took two steps back, her shoulders shaking in an involuntary shudder. Good gracious! Had Tom gone into collecting dead bodies? The man had lost all sense of reality. Even as the thought crossed her mind that Tom was involved, she dismissed it. He was a gentle giant. Never would she believe he could shoot anyone. She doubted he even owned a gun?

“I’m over here, Tom.” Now what? she thought, trying to quell her rebellious middle. Should she call the police or should she tell Tom he had to do it? She had a premonition this was not going to end well for her trash-collecting friend. Hardly anything ever did. Detective Kevin Fowler was a good man, but he wouldn’t let sentiment interfere with his job. Best he be the one to investigate. She trusted him to be fair.

She glanced back at the body sprawled amidst the collection of Tom’s good things. How had anyone managed to put it there? The thought came to her unbidden that only Tom could have accomplished the task, and she shook her head, hoping to clear her thinking. Tom was closer now, looking at her quizzically. Brenda had gone to school with him, but even she was often startled by the size of this big bear of a man with a not so large IQ. She made an instant, swift decision to let Detective Kevin Fowler handle explaining everything to Tom. A rotting corpse seemed a job for an expert.

“Thanks,” she said almost casually. “Did you put the dresser in the back of my truck?”

Tom nodded vigorously, his hands clasped tightly in front of him.

“I won’t be wasting any more of your time. Thanks again for sharing your treasures.” She carefully picked her way back through the acre of trash, which used to be the backyard of Little Tom’s parents, and continued down the driveway with Tom at her side. He was telling her something, but she couldn’t force her mind to concentrate on what he was saying. It was something about the town board and his constant battle to keep his property as he wished.

She climbed into her truck and drove slowly down the heavily treed street of older homes, her mind attempting to compute the information that had shocked her to the core.

 

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Janis Lane lives with her patient hubby adjacent to a small town in Western NY on a few acres where she writes her stories in idyllic peace. She has a deep love of nature and spends much time outside in the garden. Regency Romance is a second genre for her writings, but more Detective Kevin Fowler Cozy Mysteries are certainly in her future.

 

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Today we welcome

Janis Lane

author of

Murder in the Neighborhood

After reading this book Donald said that the twist and turns of the hero and heroine’s relationship along with the problems, of what seems an insolvable murder, make this book one you should read.

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Genre: Cozy Mystery

Heat Level: Sensual

Blurb:

A handsome detective and a sexy reporter team to capture a killer who threatens their small-town-American community, even as they are tempted by sweet romance.

A killer is attacking respectable citizens in picturesque Hubbard, NY and leaving corpses on their front steps in the middle of the day. Detective Fowler isn’t certain who causes him to lose the most sleep, a certain sexy reporter with bouncing curls and sparkling black eyes or the elusive psychopath creating panic in his small town community. Together the detective and the reporter race to find the monster in their midst and return the town to the desirable place where people come to raise their families in peace and contentment. Can they sort through their differences to find romance even as they search for a determined stalker with murder on his mind? The clock ticks down on a man in a rage with a deadly mission.

Excerpt:

A young woman competently filling a pair of gray slacks and a blue sweater was backing out of a bedroom with her hand still on the door. She was slightly built but of medium height with a thick mop of curly brown hair cut just at jaw line. A tiny waist and the snug slacks accented a firm, rounded bottom that strained and rippled the material as she stepped backwards from the room.

He thought he had seen those hips someplace before, but he waited patiently for the intruder to turn around. Would she recognize him outlined against the light? She finally did and gave a visible start and squeak of surprise.

“Miss Hampton,” he greeted keeping his voice quiet and noncommittal. He nodded with raised eyebrows, as he leaned against the doorjamb with his arms crossed in front of him waiting for her explanation. Her cheeks reddened slightly as she came toward him. He had never known such a rounded woman before. Everything about her made him think of succulent apples. She wasn’t fat. Just curvy round. He tried not to look down at her chest, which he knew would bring thoughts of Delicious to mind. He was slightly acquainted with Beverly Louise Hampton and more than a little wary. His attraction to her had his automatic defense mechanisms clicking, one by one, firmly into place.

“Hey, Detective Fowler,” she said warily by way of greeting. “I came in the back door from behind. I parked my car over on the next street because I knew the short cut through the yards. Used to ride my bike through here to get to school,” she babbled. “I guessed you would have all the official vehicles out front. I said hello to the police earlier,” she added, winding down and giving him a slightly apprehensive look. He knew she knew she shouldn’t be here.

She clutched a notebook to her chest nervously but tilted her chin up slightly. So, she wasn’t sorry she’d intruded herself into a crime scene. Just as he knew she’d monitored the calls to the police.

“Just because your daddy, a mannerly gentleman, by the way . . .” He gave her a hard stare. “. . . owns the newspaper does not give you the right to contaminate a crime scene, Miss Hampton, and you are perfectly aware of this fact,” he said between clenched teeth. He strode past her and walked through the house.

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