I love being a fishing guide here on the western slope of the Rockies in Heaven, Colorado, but I’m always happy when winter sets in, business tapers off, and I can turn more attention to my blog, www.outtogetyou.com.
You might be one of those folks who don’t believe in conspiracies. If so, you should read my blog. Webster’s defines conspiracy as “planning and acting together secretly.” By that definition, you were part of a conspiracy when you and your sister planned a surprise party for your folks’ fiftieth wedding anniversary, and when you worked with your hubby to smuggle that Siberian husky puppy into the house as the kids’ Christmas present.
Most of the conspiracies I unearth, though, are more sinister . . . not murder and high treason sinister, but bad for the community. Like the time I found out a local HOA board was conspiring with a developer to turn a plot of land designated as open space into a pickleball court. Or the time the former mayor (not our current mayor and my fellow Readaholic, Kerry Sanderson) conspired with his brother-in-law, a used car salesman, to beef up the city fleet with his used cars. What it cost the city was a crime (and they’re both doing time, in part because of my blog reporting), although I have to admit I chuckled to see city officials chugging around in Kia Souls.
I’d tell you what I’m tracking down now, but that might alert the conspirators, so mum’s the word. Let’s just say you’ll recognize the names of the people involved who are among Heaven’s most prominent citizens. Keep reading my blog to get the scoop!
As you might guess, with my interest in conspiracies, Agatha Christie’s Murder on the Orient Express is one of my favorite books. And it just so happens that the Readaholics were discussing that book when Gordon Marsh got himself tossed off the roof of Derek Johnson’s brewpub during the grand opening party that Amy-Faye organized. There was a plethora of suspects–Gordon’s ex-wives, angry family members, disgruntled former employees, spurned girlfriends–so why the cops immediately assumed Derek was the murderer was beyond me. But you know cops–never look beyond the ends of their pointy noses (although I must admit that Amy-Faye’s new beau, Detective Lindell Hart, seems to be more squared away than most). If you want to know how it all turned out, read The Readaholics and the Poirot Puzzle.
In honor of the Dec 8 release of The Readaholics and the Poirot Puzzle, I’m giving away one copy of the book, plus a Readaholics T-shirt to once lucky commenter. Leave a comment by 12 a.m. eastern on December 14 for your chance to win. (US entries only, please.) Good luck everyone!
About the author
Laura DiSilverio is the national bestselling author of 15 mystery and suspense novels, and a retired Air Force intelligence officer. Her first standalone suspense novel, The Reckoning Stones, debuted in September and was a Library Journal Pick of the Month. Her Book Club Mystery series kicked off in April 2015 with The Readaholics and the Falcon Fiasco. A Past President of Sisters in Crime, she pens articles for Writer’s Digest, and teaches writing in various fora. She plots murders and parents teens in Colorado, trying to keep the two tasks separate. Visit Laura at lauradisilverio.com