Rocky Bluff P.D. is underpaid and understaffed and when two dead bodies turn up, the department is stretched to the limit. The mayor is the first body discovered, the second an older woman whose death is caused in a bizarre manner. Because no one liked the mayor, including his estranged wife and the members of the city council, the suspects are many, but each one has an alibi.
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An Excerpt from Unresolved
The crumpled body lay on a concrete pad in front of one of the partially constructed beach-front condominiums. Despite the lingering fog, a passing jogger spotted the portly remains and called the Rocky Bluff Police Department. The dispatcher contacted Detective Doug Milligan who headed there directly from his home.
He parked his car behind a RBPD police car. Construction workers drove in and parked in a temporary lot. Crime scene tape closed off a large area. When Doug climbed from his vehicle, a strong and salty-smelling sea breeze greeted him on the cool and misty morning.
Officer Gordon Butler stood outside the yellow tape. He seemed to have matured since his marriage, both in looks and mannerisms. Though still a by-the book cop, he’d lost some of his annoying eagerness.
Doug joined him. “What’ve we got?”
Butler gestured toward the body lying in a pool of dark blood. “A jogger called it in. She’s waiting in her car over there.” He gestured toward a red and white MINI Cooper.
“Did you get all her information?”
“Yes, but she’s anxious to leave.”
“Did you call the coroner?”
“As soon as I got here and knew the victim was dead.”
The coroner had to come from Ventura, so they had a few minutes. Rocky Bluff P.D. was too small and too poor to have a coroner or medical examiner of its own.
“Good. I’ll take a quick look at the body before I talk to her.” Doug took care where he stepped and only got close enough to see that the corpse was male, wearing a suit, and on the paunchy side. A small bald spot showed through thinning white hair. Though he couldn’t see the face, Doug believed he knew the identity of the victim.
“Call the mayor’s office, Butler. See if he’s in.”
Butler nodded. “You’re thinking the same thing I am.”
F. M. Meredith lived for many years in a small beach community much like Rocky Bluff. She has many relatives and friends who are in law enforcement and share their experiences and expertise with her. She taught writing for Writers Digest Schools for 10 years, and was an instructor at the prestigious Maui Writers Retreat, and has taught at many writers’ conferences. Marilyn is a member of three chapters of Sisters in Crime, Mystery Writers of America, and serves on the board of the Public Safety Writers of America. She lives in the foothills of the Sierra.
Visit her at http://fictionforyou.com and
her blog at http://marilymeredith.blogspot.com/
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