The a/c at the Last Ditch Motel is best described as symphonic. It’s not a classical symphony, mind you. It’s modern-atonal over jazz roots, with just a suggestion of someone dropping seven buckets down a fire escape. But I’m used to it now.

The water pressure’s not bad and, as long as I get up before the tourists, it stays pretty hot until I’ve rinsed off my conditioner and shaved my legs. (I have to get up a bit early the day after long holiday weekends, when they’re piling back up north from Disneyland, but usually – A OK).

It never occurred to me when I lived in Scotland how often you have to shave your legs when the sun’s out every day. And my pumice stone has never seen so much action either, what with flip-flops, the dry air, and the dust coming off the tomato fields.

Sorry. Gross.

Today’s to-dos include a quick visit to the cop shop, a quick fly-by at a good lawyer, and dropping off a service wash at the Skweeky Kleen. Do you call them service washes? Valet laundry? The Skweek is the launderette attached to the Last Ditch and it’s getting harder to use it, because Kathi’s a pal now. Weird how strangers doing your laundry is easier to handle than friends.

The reason I can’t complain about the a/c and hot water is that Noleen, who runs the motel, is a pal too. Also, she’s majorly scary. Her t-shirt yesterday bore the legend “I will cut you”. It wasn’t a set-up for a punchline; that was the whole message. And she wonders why there’s vacancies.

I lived in California for six months with no pals at all (Just one scumbag husband, now ex.) but after that first night in the Last Ditch, I’m practically in a gang. As well as Kathi and Noleen, there’s Della and Diego downstairs, and Roger, a paediatrician who lives in the room next door (long story) with his husband, Todd, who’s the long story. Todd is . . . Well, Todd is . . . Todd is, and I say this with love, the most annoying, interfering, inappropriate, bossy, encroaching, nightmare of a person I have ever met. He’s pretty much my best friend, though. Which wasn’t my decision, needless to say.

Not that I’m ungrateful. I would be lost without them, actually. I’m a long way from home and I’ve never been mixed up with courtrooms, bail bonds, morgues and murders before. I didn’t even know what “arraignment” was. I thought the judge might wear one instead of a wig. “Recognizance”? Search me. “Miranda”? Who dat? Thank God and all His angels for my pals at the Last Ditch Motel.


You can read more about Lexy in Scot Free, the first book in the NEW “Last Ditch” mystery series.

Lexy Campbell fell in love and left her native Scotland for a golden life in California―hitched to a hunk, building her marriage counseling practice, living the dream. Six months later she’s divorced, broke, and headed home. There’s just one last thing. Lexy’s only client―sweet little old Mrs. Bombarro―is in jail for murdering her husband with a fireworks rocket. Lexy knows the cops have got it wrong; all she needs is a few days to prove it and somewhere cheap to sleep at night. But checking into the Last Ditch Motel leads Lexy to a whole new cast of characters with troubles of their own.

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About the author
Catriona McPherson (serial awards botherer) is the author of the Dandy Gilver novels, set in Scotland in the 1930s where but not when she was born. She also writes darker (that’s not difficult) contemporary standalones, including House.Tree.Person. Scot Free (the lighter side of the dark underbelly of the California dream) is Catriona’s first US-set mystery, written after eight years as a new immigrant in northern California.

Visit Catriona at catrionamcpherson.com.

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