Late for the Wedding by MK Scott
The Senior Sleuths don’t mind a little peace now and then, but after a long bout of nothing out of the ordinary, they’re eager for some excitement.
No one could’ve imagined it would arrive with such a bang.
A mysterious explosion has rocked the assisted living community, disrupting life for everyone.
Despite the stern warnings from authorities, one of the Senior Sleuths can’t help but get involved. This is their home, after all.
Herman, always eager to root out the truth, ignores the warnings and hunts for answers. He’s convinced the explosion was a rouse to cover up something far more sinister. But the other seniors aren’t as eager to get involved. They’re focused on Marcy and Lance’s upcoming wedding.
Without his usual sidekicks, can Herman track down the bomber and a missing veteran who no one else remembers?
Targeted Age Group:: 15-99
Heat/Violence Level: Heat Level 1 – G Rated Clean Read
What Inspired You to Write Your Book?
I spent a decade at a convalescent center and made friends with the residents. Their wit and spunk impressed me.
How Did You Come up With Your Characters?
Some of the characters are loosely based on people I met at the center. The other fifty percent are purely fictional.
Gus glanced at his watch, stood, and patted his companion’s shoulder. “You go find us a juicy case. I got a date with my gal. We’re part of a trivia team. Our specialty is serial killers.”
“Of course it is.” Herman waved to his friend and then continued to speculate on his current dilemma. The only cold cases they received came via Lance, Marcy’s partner. With no Marcy at the center, Lance failed to come by with armfuls of cold cases to interest the recovering detective, which meant he’d have to dig up his own unsolved mystery.
A loud boom erupted behind Herman, resulting in his jumping to his feet, placing a hand on his racing heart, and turning toward the center as bits of wood, shingles, and drywall showered him and the lawn. Gus lay prone on the ground with his hands covering his head. Not thinking twice about the noise and its origin, Herman dashed as much as his stiff knees would allow to his friend’s side. “Are you okay?” He gasped the words as he lowered himself beside his friend.
Gus lifted his head, shaking off a shingle particle, and asked, “Are we being bombed?”
Using his flattened hand as a sun-shield, Herman peered at the sky. “No planes in sight.”
There was no word of reproach for his friend who automatically assumed enemy fire. Complacency delivered many a soldier to an early grave. The words uttered years ago by his drill sergeant returned. Observe the area and check for the slightest thing awry. Herman stared at the single-story, rambling building with the gable roof.
Herman offered his hand to help Gus up, which he took. They both stood and hugged tightly, patting each other on the back. After a few seconds, they separated and delivered half-hearted shoulder punches to each other.
“I don’t know what got into me,” Herman muttered, running a hand over his face. “I saw you on the ground and I thought…” He paused and shook his head. “Oh, never mind.”
Gus inhaled deeply and said, “Me, too.”
Nothing more needed to be said by the two veterans. They turned in unison to study the roof. A dirty gray smoke clouded the sky, pouring from the ragged, blackened hole that hadn’t been there seconds before.
Gus pushed down his sunglasses and squinted. “What do you think happened?”
Well aware his friend refused to wear glasses because it might make him look old, Herman wondered how much he could distinguish. After taking an audible breath, Herman admitted, “I have no clue, but I think we were just handed our next mystery. We need to round up the troops.”
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