Good evening all, this is my last post for today. I am beginning on Chapter 1 of Murder Most Foul. I hope you are enjoying the party. I will award two people who comment a paperback of one of my four books. You choose! So thank you and good night.
Chief of Police fifty-six-year-old Malcolm Barstow was a large and loud horseshoe player. When he notified Vernon James by telephone that David Weland had reported Lorena and Shaun Weland missing, the stepfather’s remarks were questionable. “Ah they aint miss’n,” replied Vernon to the chief, “they jest run off and got hitched.”
Vernon agreed to supply the police with photographs of Lorena to aid in her search. Even before Vernon and Helen James brought in the photos, the chief was uneasy. Their background contained all kinds of odd kinks. The courtship between the tall gaunt, Vernon and submissive thirty-nine-year old Helen was brief.