I’m thrilled to be back in my hometown of North Ashcot, Massachusetts. It’s a small enough town that we all know each other, but big enough to have its own post office. And if there’s one thing I love, it’s the US Postal Service!
I’ve been a fan of the USPS since I was a kid, sitting on my porch, waiting for the mailman, crossing my fingers that there would something with my name on it. I’d send away for things, just to receive letters or packages addressed to me. I ordered free information kits for home improvement, pamphlets on family health, brochures for colleges and universities all over the world. All before I was in junior high. One time I sent in a request for information on becoming an airline flight attendant. They responded immediately, never asking my age. I took the package to school and impressed all my friends.
Looking back, I figure I needed something to affirm my rightful place in the busy world I lived in. If I was on the mail route, I mattered. If someone sent me mail, I existed, even if I ordered the mail myself.
I saved everything the mail carriers delivered in a special box that I covered with colored adhesive paper. Now and then I’d pull the box from under my bed and go through the treasures: a flyer advertising the flea market in the school parking lot on Saturdays; information about life insurance that was secure and affordable; a catalog of new toys from a big store across the ocean in London (my father explained the meaning of the funny L that was like the dollar sign in the United States).
Now, at thirty-five years old, I no longer have to wish for mail. I have my dream job—I’m Postmaster Cassie Miller. Every day I raise the flag outside the front door of the post office and take on the awesome responsibility of handling every citizen’s mail. All the correspondence of North Ashcot’s three thousand citizens passes through me. Birthday greetings and sympathy cards. Packages to friends and relatives all over the world. Letters of complaint and Get Well Soon messages. I see them all and stamp them to get them started on their way or accept them and distribute them to our citizens.
I have tales to tell, and I’ve gotten started with my first book, DEATH TAKES PRIORITY. I’m going to order my own copy through the US mail!
You can read more about Cassie in Death Takes Priority, the first book in the NEW “Postmistress” mystery series, published by Berkley Prime Crime.
About Death Takes Priority
Introducing a murder mystery that really delivers!
After caring for her dying aunt and being dumped by her fiancé, Cassie Miller decides to return to her small hometown in the Berkshires to lick her wounds and live in the house where she was raised. Leaving behind her managerial position in the Boston main postal office, Cassie trades in her tailored suits and high heels for the comfortable blue shirt and red, white, and blue striped scarf of the Postmaster for North Ashcot, Massachusetts.
Everything is business as usual until Cassie arrives at work one day to find that someone has broken into the post office building. The only items stolen: stacks of telephone books. Who steals phone books? Two days later, the body of an unidentified man is found in the woods. And when the handsome antiques dealer she just had lunch with is taken into custody, Cassie is suddenly drawn into the case. With a crime enveloped in mystery, she needs to track the killer—before another victim’s fate is sealed in the dead letter office. . .
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About the author
Camille Minichino (aka Margaret Grace, Ada Madison, and Jean Flowers) has written more than 20 cozy mystery novels in four series, plus short stories and articles. Latest release: Death Takes Priority, the first in the Postmistress Mysteries. A retired physicist, she loves writing, but misses her helium-neon laser. Visit Camille at www.minichino.com.