Gator Crossing Mysteries - about to release for distribution:

Woo Burgers in Paradise
Buskers on the Half Shell - Oscar's Tale

Synopsis of the stories:
Woo Burgers in Pariadise is a character-driven comedy/mystery about finding love and serial killers in a small but complicated seaside community.

She’s a cop who will shoot you and he’s a veterinarian with a soft heart. She’s tough on crime and he can’t seem to follow the rules. She’s an insider and he’s an outsider. Her friends are normal and the few friends he has are just beyond the fringe or shed twice a year. She’s got a big family and he’s lonely.

Doc and Sergeant Viki are drawn together by a tumor nestled in the brain of her narcotic-sniffing German shepherd.

Oscar’s Tale, the second in the Gator-Crossing mystery series, continues Doc’s pursuit of Sergeant Viki. Oscar has been gator-napped and Sergeant Viki doesn’t want to pursue the case, but she’s forced to when it’s her only chance to retain her position as a detective in the Isle-of-Palms Police Department.


Woo Burgers in Paradise - short excerpt:
Viki’s Apartment—0630 Hours

I was awakened by a sound I never want to hear again as long as I live—the cocking of a pistol next to my left ear. I tried to turn but I felt the cold hard metal of the barrel poking into the meatus of my ear.

Viki cleared her throat, "I have some questions. You better give me truthful answers."

"Answers?"

"I’m missing something."

"Is this about what I said to Nana Pearl?"

"Leave my family out of this."

"Well, whatever it is, I haven’t got it. And I would appreciate your putting that cannon away.

"I’m missing five hours and I think you’ve got those five hours. And what did you say to my grandmother?"

I swallowed, "She asked what part of the anatomy I liked the best. And I thought she meant like, in anatomy class."

"What did you tell her?"

"The head. And then she said, ‘You mean BJ’s?’ Do you really need your gun for this?"

"I’ll be the judge of that." Viki uncocked her pistol.

I rolled over and Viki was dressed in black silk pajamas. And it’s true, she does look hot in silk. "You were tired. You fell asleep on Martha’s couch. Nothing happened. Martha didn’t take any compromising pictures."

"And how did you know the five hours I was looking for?"

"Don’t start blaming me because you and Sarge were drugged up and asleep on duty."

"Are you saying there were drugs in my brownies? Some kind of knockout drops."

"Just some grass or maybe hash oil."

"Sarge would have told me."

"Sarge had his share. When I woke up, he’d licked almost a full bowl of batter."

"Where was I?"

"On the couch, and Sarge was on the floor, out cold."

"And the last thing I remember, you were sitting at the table, right next to Martha."

"And you promised if I got you out of there, you would go to the movies."

"That’s bullshit."

I chose that moment to get up and go into the bathroom.

When I got out of Viki’s guest bathroom, you’d think I’d wiped my hands on the decorative towels or used one of Viki’s fancy molded fish soaps.

"So let me get this straight," Viki said. "I was out cold on the couch and Sarge was sleeping on the floor and you were sitting at the kitchen table with Martha?"

"Pretty much."

"Then how did Sarge clean out that entire bowl?"

"He got the bowl off the kitchen table."

"But neither you nor Martha did anything to stop him?"

"How’s Sarge?"

"I want to know what happened."

"I need a shower."

I turned to leave the room but then heard Viki cock her pistol again. It sounded like a round slammed home into the butt of a bazooka. I stopped in my tracks and said, "Viki, you have no right, absolutely no right, to scare me with that goddamn pistol."

"I don’t buy your version of the story."

"And you have a mental problem."

"I want the truth."

"You don’t have any call on me."

"I sure as hell do. You’re my partner."

"Jealousy is Cosmo’s number three sign that you’re attracted to me."

"This has nothing to do with jealousy."

"Well, if you’re such a hot-shot detective, you tell me where I was when I was supposed to be guarding this mixing bowl from Sarge?"

"You were with Martha. You were in her bedroom."

"Viki. Don’t go off half-cocked."

"That’s a bad choice of words."

"Viki. You told me. You don’t date partners. You told me in no uncertain terms. You’ve got no call on me. Now, I’m going to get a shower."

"Get your shower and go home. You’re off the case. I don’t need someone I can’t trust."



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Fred Belland - author of The True Sea

This book (Woo Burgers in Paradise) is what you get when you mix living on Big Pine Key for 29 years, six months of intense chemotherapy and 15 years of practicing veterinary medicine among the unique characters of the Florida Keys with no filter on your anesthetic machine.


Hal O'Boyle - author of Democracy: The Painted Whore, an extremist explains war, drugs, guns, God, gold, and Santa Claus (you've got to love this title)
A cheerful romp interrupted now and then by sulfurous whiffs, stuff the tide washed in. It was like a stroll in Mallory Square at Sunset in March, exotic, entertaining, bizarre. You've molded the Keys deeply wacky raw material into a charming cast of eccentric underachievers. It was a tasty mix of your past and the Keys present.