This is it! The last episode of The Coldest Case! Find out what happened to Marybeth Cooley. Become a patron for as little as $1 an episode and read the whole story.
July was slightly productive, which was a nice ego boost. I managed at least a page a day on Early Snow all month (and some days more than a page). It’s looking more and more likely that it will be a novella rather than a novel.
I’ll continue with my page-a-day plan for August.
And, aside from podcasting (I’m back on Eventually Supertrain and this time I’m talking with Dan about the great and wonderful Automan…go listen…we’re delightful as always and the other short-lived shows and guests are swell, too), that’s pretty much it for the month.
Between some health issues that I was finally able to address at the end of the July (hey, it turns out that I have severe patellar tendonitis in both knees which requires physical therapy and my blood pressure situation is to the point of medication, oh boy) and some big changes happening at my day job (I’m finishing up a huge conversion project while taking on some new responsibilities because a co-worker is leaving), I simply don’t have the energy for much else right now.
Believe me, no one is more disappointed than I am.
Boy, 2020 is some kind of thing, ain’t it?
You know what’s a good thing, though? Murderville: The Coldest Case and the last episode of the season goes live on August 11th. And even though it’s the end, it’s still not too late to become a patron. $1 an episode let’s you read, $2 an episode gets you a bonus every other month and this month it just happens to be the cryptic teaser for the next -and last- season of Murderville, which goes live on the 25th. Become a patron and see how it all ends.
Episode 15 of Book ’em, Danno should be up at the end of the month, but Episode 14 and the beginning of Season 2 of Hawaii Five-O is live and ready for your ears. Remember that liking, sharing, rating, reviewing, retweeting, and forcefully suggesting it to your friends is love and very much appreciated.
Season 2 is underway!
We start off with a murderous life insurance scheme (that’s not deadly in the way you think) in “A Thousand Pardons–You’re Dead!” and continue on with a man carrying out a plot twenty-eight years too late in “To Hell With Babe Ruth”. Danno goes undercover and Steve learns about ninjas. Kicking off the season in style.
Yes, it only takes two episodes until we once again get a heavy dose of racist casting, but we also get some gratuitous James MacArthur and BarBara Luna frolicking on the beach, so. I’m not saying it balances out. I’m just saying that with this series, we have to take the good with the bad.
I’d post a pic of the beach frolicking, but that might be too much for you. So, here’s a picture of Danno in uniform. Which also might be too much for you.
Looking for Nannette Sullivan and Finding a Fifth Date
The story of Marybeth Cooley is wrapping up. Only one more episode left after this!
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I was not nearly as productive as I’d hoped to be. Lately, I never am. I had planned out six Rerun Junkie posts I wanted to write and I managed to get three of them done. I can’t speak to the quality of them, but I know at least one of them is kind of garbage and will need some work if I’ll ever let it see the light of day.
I’d also hoped to get ahead on Book ’em, Danno, get at least one episode done. That didn’t happen either. Oh, I got some podcasting done, just not this particular podcast.
I’m once again looking to change gears, trying to find one that I can groove on. I’ve been thinking a lot about an idea for a story that I’ve had for a while called Early Snow. Yes, I know it’s summer, but a blizzard tale is on my mind. It’s one of those ideas that I jotted down ages ago and have just added bits and pieces to as its rolled around in my brain, occasionally resurfacing. I think there’s enough meat to it now that I can put it on paper and since I’ve been thinking about it a lot lately, I’d say the time is right.
I think I’m going to do it as at least a page a day. That keeps the pressure low and the progress constant. I just want to be writing something. I don’t know if it will be a novella or a novel, but I think I can be done with it before NaNo.
Famous last words.
Speaking of lasts, the penultimate episode of Murderville: The Coldest Case goes live on July 14th. But just because it’s almost over doesn’t mean you can’t still enjoy it. $1 an episode lets you read. $2 an episode gets you a swell bonus every other month. So become a patron and catch up on the case.
Book ’em, Danno returns from hiatus at the end of the month. Season one is done, season two is about to begin. How many times will Steve say those blessed words? Well, the only way to find out is to watch the show. Or listen to my podcast and I’ll eventually tell you.
Conclusions, Dead Ends, and a Fourth Date
Christabelle couldn’t sleep.
It wasn’t unusual. Keeping odd hours for so many years had firmly disrupted her circadian rhythms. The nights when she wasn’t required to stay up until the wee hours of the morning following some creep cheating on his wife or some floozy cheating on her husband (how she’d never been hired for a cheating case for a same-sex couple, she didn’t know), Christabelle found herself either struggling to make herself go to sleep or to entertain herself until she was tired enough to go to bed.
Tonight, it wasn’t only her inconsistent schedule keeping her awake. It was also Rena. More specifically, Rena’s kiss. Even more specifically, Christabelle was performing great feats of mental strength trying NOT to think about it. Because to think about it was to ruminate about it and to ruminate about it was pointless and would no doubt lead her to getting her hopes up, and that was already a losing battle. She didn’t need to lose that battle faster. Christabelle had already made up her mind that the kiss was part of Rena’s gag with the love stone she’d given her, and it ultimately meant nothing.
To keep her mind off of her inevitable heartbreak, Christabelle researched the four teenagers last seen with Marybeth Cooley. The internet being the wonderful thing that it was, she found the fates of the three boys without much trouble.
They were all dead.
Dwight Harmon, successful businessman, died a few years back, apparently suffering from a heart attack and drowning in his hot tub. The insinuation was he had become overstimulated during a “party”. That seemed a little tame for Murderville and a little suspicious that someone could so easily drown with so many people in proximity. It was a hot tub, not the ocean. A little research into this “party” dug up rumors that Dwight Harmon was a multi-millionaire known for his orgies featuring the biggest names in the higher social circles, including his younger brother Winchester Harmon, the man found dead on Pam and Drew Bendixen’s front step the previous year. Dwight Harmon’s heart attack occurred while he was having sex with a woman in his hot tub and he drowned when she left to get help from someone inside. Christabelle supposed it wasn’t easy to attract attention at an orgy, people being very involved in their activities and all. That sounded closer to the truth than what was printed in the paper.
Butch Taylor, another successful Munsterville businessman, died the same year as Winchester Harmon in a bizarre electrocution incident. In a fight with this fourth wife, Butch decided to cut her off from everything. Literally. After she stormed out in a dramatic huff, Butch proceeded to go down to the basement intent on cutting the power. Instead of turning it off with the switch, he took a pair of gardening sheer and cut into the wires. Instant fried millionaire. It was only pure luck that the house didn’t catch on fire. His wife came home hours later and found him, his corpse still smoking a little. Christabelle could only imagine the smell.
In another familial twist, Butch Taylor’s nephew Simon Sidney had recently been murdered by his second wife and a business rival. And in another neighborhood twist, Christabelle’s neighbor across the street, Velvet Li, found the body, along with her fellow security guard Otis Gorski, who, along with his cousins, also found Marybeth Cooley.
Christabelle was beginning to suspect that everyone in town was connected to this case in some way.
Jimmie DuPage died out at the End Of. He shot himself in the head when he was twenty-one. A routine sweep of the area found his body. No foul play was suspected. Like many of the suicides that happen out there, he didn’t leave a note. The speculation, though, was that he killed himself to avoid a prison sentence for manslaughter after killing a man in a bar fight. Christabelle had some doubts. It all felt a little too neat. But there was nothing that overtly suggested that his death connected to Marybeth Cooley’s murder, either.
So, Christabelle pressed on and ran straight into a brick wall.
Nannette Sullivan seemed to have disappeared.
It turns out the coldest case in Munsterville is the coldest for a reason. It’s a tough one to crack. Become a patron for as little as $1 an episode and read all about it.
Yes. Yes I did.
It only took four months.
There was a time when that first round would have only taken me a month, but I fear those days are long gone. I am no longer as good as I once was.
But four weeks or four months, it’s still finished, which means this month I’ll be working on something new. Finally.
This month, I’m going in a completely new direction. I’m going to be working on a bunch of Rerun Junkie posts. It’s been ages since I’ve written one, and not for lack of ideas either. It’s because every time I think about doing one, I think about the research involved and it ends up getting shelved because other projects I’m working on take priority. Understandable, but the Rerun Junkie thing was once a passion project of mine and it’s kind of a downer to realize that it’s been shoved to the side due to reasons.
Let’s see what happens when I put my full focus (or what’s left of it) on this again.
Speaking of focus, zero in on Episode 5 of Murderville: The Coldest Case which goes live on May 12th. $1 an episode lets you read. $2 an episode gets you a sweet bonus every other month. Become a patron and catch up on an old murder and a new romance.
Episode 13 of Book ’em, Danno is out. Season one is done and season two is looming on the horizon. The show will take a brief hiatus in June. I’ll still be working on it, but look for Episode 14 and the start of season two to go live in July. Plenty of time for you to catch up and count for yourself how many times Steve McGarrett says “Book ’em, Danno.”
It’s the final episode of season one, “The Big Kahuna”, and a quick little look back on the season. We’ve got the Pele the Goddess of Fire attempting to evict one of the last members of Hawaiian royalty from his house (or so it would seem) and I’ve been keeping track of all of the times Steve McGarrett has uttered the words “Book ’em, Danno”.
Oh, and if you usually don’t pay attention to and/or skip through the guest cast info, you may want to listen this time. There’s a hidden gem or two in there that you might appreciate.
Thanks for hanging out with me for the first season. I did say that getting through season one would be the test of whether or not I’d stick with this podcast. And since I did, I guess I will. On to season two!
I don’t have any pics from this episode, so here’s a picture of happy Kono because who doesn’t love happy Kono?
Talking to the Wyliss Boys
Christabelle met the Windoms in the same diner she’d met them before and ordered the same breakfast plate. They wore the same sunglasses and cast the same furtive glances.
Things changed after Christabelle gave them her findings.
“They’re swingers,” she said bluntly.
Mr. Windom stared at her, his dark sunglasses masking some of his reaction. Mrs. Windom, though, whipped off her sunglasses in shock, revealing wide, blue eyes.
“Swingers, not drug dealers,” Christabelle said, adding a little salt to her hash browns. “The people coming and going? Are doing it in the literal sense. They’re all folks that are part of the lifestyle.”
“Oh my God,” Mr. Windom said, sounding like a married couple having an open sexual relationship with other married couples was somehow worse than running a drug den.
Mrs. Windom nearly poked her own eye out in her haste to put her sunglasses on.
“I see,” she said. “Well. That’s very…um…yes, well…I…” She elbowed her husband. “Pay Ms. Calder, so we can go.”
Mr. Windom scrambled for his checkbook and quickly dashed off Christabelle’s fee.
“Thank you so much for your help, Ms. Calder,” Mrs. Windom said. She stood up too fast and hit the table, jostling it and nearly upsetting Christabelle’s orange juice.
Christabelle took the offered check, thanked them, and watched the couple all but run out of the diner having learned a valuable lesson about being nosy.
After finishing her leisurely late breakfast and running to the bank, she arrived home just before noon. She pulled into her driveway and sat there for a minute, debating. It was probably late enough that Lister McKinney was awake, but early enough that he couldn’t have gotten too deep into the day’s dirty thirty. Christabelle decided that now was as good as time as any to talk to him.
Even though it was January, even though there was snow, even though that day there was a windchill in the teens, Lister McKinney was still sitting in a lawn chair in his garage with the door wide open. Christabelle walked down the plowed street and up Lister’s shoveled driveway, a fact that tickled Christabelle considering Lister probably hadn’t his license in two decades, if not more.
“Lister,” Christabelle called about halfway up the driveway.
Lister, sitting in his lawn chair, contemplating his can of beer, looked up, recognized Christabelle, and gave her a wave.
“Whatcha doin’ over here, mystery neighbor?” Lister asked with a grin. Christabelle smiled and shook her head. She’d lived in her house on the other side of Raul Santos for quite a while before a block party encouraged her to meet her neighbors (even though she knew who they all were, being naturally nosy on top of being a private investigator). It was only then that she realized just how familiar everyone in the neighborhood was with each other and how she stood out as a mysterious presence because she’d never introduced herself, a fact that until then she hadn’t regarded as strange since her previous neighborhoods hadn’t been so well-connected.
“Come to chew a little fat with you, Lister,” Christabelle said, surprised at how warm the garage was even with the door wide open. She spotted two space heaters going full blast, one of which was a few feet behind Lister’s chair, and realized that’s how Lister was able to drink out here in the dead of winter without suffering from frostbite.
“Yeah, what kind of fat you want to chew?” He reached into the bright orange cooler beside him and pulled out a can of beer, holding it out to Christabelle. She took it but didn’t open it.
“I wanted to talk to you about Marybeth Cooley,” she said.
Lister froze, the air temperature in the garage dropping lower than the windchill outside.
“Now, why would you want to be talking about that?” he asked.
Turns out only one of the Wyliss boys does much talking. But which one? Become a patron for as little as $1 an episode and find out.
Unfortunately, my hopes of getting it done last month weren’t realized. I fell about 30 pages short of finished (and it’s likely more because this part of the novel requires a lot of rewriting). Productivity has been hard to come by since the pandemic started here and I ended up being incredibly busy with library and podcasting projects during the last couple weeks of April. Which meant that revising took a bit of a backseat. I might have worked on it most days, but many of those days I only managed to get a few pages done.
Such is the way life is right now.
The goal is to finish revising it this month, which I should get do.
(Please, Universe, let me get it done.)
And if I happen to get it done before the month is out…I have no idea what I’m going to work on next. It’s not that I’m hurting for projects. One might say that I have too many waiting for something to happen. But, I can’t deny that right now motivation is in short supply.
I guess I’ll just play it by ear, as they say.
Good thing we have Murderville: The Coldest Case to keep us happy. Episode 5 goes live on May 12th. $1 an episode let’s you read. $2 an episode gets you a sweet bonus every other month. Become a patron and get some guaranteed entertainment.
And I always seem to have the motivation to produce episodes of Book ’em, Danno. Episode 13 covering the last episode of season 1 will go live at the end of the month, but in the meantime, check out episode 12, which covered “Not That Much Different” and “Six Kilos”. Steve undercover is a joy not to be missed.