Tag: Mystery

Mystery and Not-Knowing

 

Recently I had pretty much put aside concerns of not-knowing the outcome of one last test regarding my breast cancer. When the surgeon called a couple of days ago, I was stunned to learn at least part of the results. As I struggled to calm myself (since I was certain the test results would set me free from the possibility of chemotherapy), I realized that I didn’t know a whole lot more than I knew before he called. The results still left me in a state of not-knowing, and I didn’t like it one single bit.

Most people go through life in a continuous state of “not knowing” and don’t even realize it. We don’t know if we will encounter heavy traffic when we go out; we don’t know if it will rain in the afternoon in spite of a sunny forecast; we don’t know if we will catch a cold or get a hangnail. But because these are minor and transient conditions, we don’t worry about them; not knowing is not something we fear because we don’t give it much thought.

Intrigue Seeking Stolen Nazi Art

 

On March 22, 1945 Major Max Hignite flew his last Luftwaffe mission; a flight to Switzerland in a Ju-52 loaded with artwork stolen by the Nazis. The plane crashed, sealed in a cave by a Swiss lake. Hignite, badly injured, survived. Rescued by local Swiss, he spent months near death in a hospital. By the time he recovered, the Ju-52 had disappeared. Only Hignite was aware of its contents. He decided to move on with his life.

So opens “Ghosts of the Past,” a novel by Mark H.Downer. Moving on included going to the United States after the war ended, joining family who immigrated to the US in the 1930s. In spring, 2001, Hignite is dying. He passes his final flight’s secret to his favorite grandnephew, Matt Ferguson. Matt inherits the aircraft’s manifest cargo and a map showing where it crashed.

Matt, in a well-paying but dull job, decides to recover the treasure as a one-off adventure. Since he is Max Hignite’s executor, Matt uses settling his grand-uncle’s estate as an excuse to take a leave of absence.

Murder and Mystery By the Ohio River

 

Piper Blackwell is an ex-GI. She saw service in Iraq with the 101st Airborne, seeing combat as an MP. Instead of serving her planned 20 years, she separated at the end of her hitch to look after her father, Paul Blackwell, ill with cancer. Her father, then sheriff of rural Spencer County, Indiana urged 23-year-old Piper to run for sheriff in his place. To her surprise, she won.

“The Dead of Jerusalem Ridge: A Piper Blackwell Mystery,” by Jean Rabe, is the fourth book in this mystery series. Blackwell is into her ninth month as sheriff. She has shaken up the sheriff’s department, mostly for the better. Even her election opponent, Chief Deputy Sheriff Oren Rosenberg, who would like for her to be inadequate so he could replace her, grudgingly admits her competence.

This book opens with Piper taking a three-day Labor Day weekend in Kentucky, with several ex-army buddies. They are playing paintball on land owned by one of them when tragedy strikes. They get attacked by an armed, active shooter. Several of the participants are killed, including the shooter. Others including Piper are badly injured.

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Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Sovereign princes and their heirs may have many interests. They may love art or music or architecture. They may endeavor to be Renaissance men, writing poetry and studying ancient arts, such as horsemanship. But their primary responsibility is to defend their domains and their subjects. This has […]

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Part One Part Two Part Three The next day was easily as nerve-wracking a wait as the day before. Antoine, Percival, Walpole, and I spoke of various topics as we waited. It was only twelve-and-a-half hours before we felt the same sort of magical pulse as we had yesterday, except that the pulse was much […]

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Part One “The way I see it, this breaks down into two parts,” I said. “First, we have the problem of reversing the Sanctification Spells that have gone badly. Second, we need to find who has been spreading these flyers with information about the Sanctification Spell.” We were in the same conference room in Paris […]

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Part One Part Two Part Three There before me stood the ghost of King James IV of Scotland. I noticed two things immediately. The first was that he looked more like his painted portraits than like a fully-fleshed out human being or ghost thereof. This was especially easy to note given that such a portrait […]

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Part 1 2 3 4 5 Part Six Dusty started undoing all of the magic spells that still lingered around the conference room. He quickly pulled Walpole and Percival aside for a few words, and then led us back to the door that joined our hotel. I retrieved my baggage from my room, and then […]

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Some of the notes of P.I. MushroomAlgae in regards to the Case of the Cult of Cats. August 1st, 2020I always had a weird feeling about the cold case of the missing man with the odd story about the cats. However, I knew for the longest time that this story of the cats must have […]

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OK, I’m getting tired of waiting.  In 1976 George Jones had a hit song called “Her Name Is” that was written by the prolific Bobby Braddock. There are some lyrical blank spots in the song, and Jones sings that some day he will fill in those lines.  Well, The Possum died in 2013 so he’s […]

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Unknown Transcription Found Earlier This Year

 

An unknown transcription found earlier this year without a year or transcriber. It was left as a note at one P.I. MushroomAlgae’s home. It reads:

To whoever gets this message. My mind is going and I can hardly make out what is what, so while I have time I must inscribe this before I can’t remember it correctly or the worst is to happen to me…

Group Writing: The Mystery of the Missing Mermaid, Part Two

 

I hopped down from my barstool and took a few steps towards them, evaluating the situation. It looked like the five of them were ready to start throwing spells, which could be detrimental to Larry’s business, other clientele, and furnishings.

“Hey,” I yelled to get their attention as I navigated through the tables to get to them. That redirected their attention. All five started throwing curses and jinxes my way. I merely put out my hand to “catch” them and kept walking towards them.

Group Writing: The Mystery of the Missing Mermaid, Part One

 

I adjusted my collar and put my hand on my hat before walking out from the alcove that was the entrance to my building. The magical fires from the torches lit the street, paying no mind to the wind and the rain. I didn’t pay the weather much heed, either. It was a dark and stormy night that had lasted more than five hundred years. I didn’t have to think about adjusting my collar or securing my hat. It is just something we all learn to do as we grow up. We protect ourselves from the wind and the rain. Most folks cast a simple spell to deal with the weather, of course, but I can’t do that. They call me “Jack the Magicless,” and I’m a detective.

Those little things we do naturally and without thought are very important in our lives. There have been times when I was thinking about a case when I fixed supper, ate it, cleaned the dishes, and then realized I had no real memory of what I had eaten. These actions become all part of a routine, and we don’t pay them any more attention than we pay to the weather. What’s it like outside? It’s a dark and stormy night. What will it be like outside tomorrow? It will be a dark and stormy night. What will it be like outside next week? It will be a dark and stormy night. What will it be like outside next year? It will be a dark and stormy night. We don’t have to think about these things once we get used to them. They become part of the background of life. But every once in a while, something brings them to the foreground.