Murder Sets Sail – 8

spike_africaIn the last excerpt George and Steve are on their way to meet with Kalama and Myra went to the Ala Wai boat Harbor to warn Chris that George was planning to steal his boat and then kill him. When she got there Chris was gone, but Charlie who had the slip next to Chris gave her a telephone number where Chris could be reached.

Now we’ll find out what George, Steve and Kalama are up to.

Final MSS Cover frontMURDER SETS SAIL
by
Paul J. Stam

CHAPTER EIGHT

At the beginning of a high stonewall on Diamond Head Road the driver flicked on his turn signals, slowed down, and turned in between two open iron gates. The car proceeded slowly down the incline between the two buildings and then circled around a large Banyan tree and stopped in front of a high wall.

George got out of the car without waiting for the driver to come around and open the door for him. As soon as George stepped out of the car, one of the carved doors set in the wall was opened by a short Asian man in a steward’s jacket who bowed a little as they entered. He closed the door behind them and then reached for George’s hat setting it on a table.

“Follow me please, Gentlemen,” he said walking across the polished hardwood floor of the vestibule, down three steps, and through the center of the courtyard.

Koi 1A narrow path led between lush tropical ferns and flowers. A footbridge spanned connecting pools that held lazily swimming koi. Continue reading

Desperate Voyage – 7

The first day you met the Captain of the Port Jefferson and all the passengers that will be sailing with him. Today they will all be arriving at the ship starting with the VanderMeer family. The Captain’s first impression of them from what he sees headed toward his ship is not bad, but nor is it all that good.

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by
Paul J. Stam

DAY TWO
WEDNESDAY – 14 January 1942

It was just a little after ten in the morning when the captain looked out of a porthole and saw them walking along the dock toward his ship. All of them were loaded down with two pieces of luggage. He knew it was the VanderMeer family the moment he saw them. Reverend VanderMeer, a tall, gaunt man, was dressed in khaki bush jacket and shorts, Wolsey helmet and knee-length stockings. He looked like someone who had just come out of the veldt.

The three boys were dressed exactly the same way as their father except each of them had wide-brimmed, felt hats instead of helmets. The left stocking of the youngest boy had slipped down and was a wad of material around his ankle. Mrs. VanderMeer, as plump as her husband was thin, wore a blue dress and white cork helmet. There was no way he could see the girl’s face under the wide-brimmed hat, but he guessed she would be plain-looking with no make-up and mousy hair.    

They all set their luggage down for a moment and stood looking up at his ship while Reverend VanderMeer talked to the sentry at the bottom of the gangplank. Their luggage was scarred and worn with labels and stickers from previous journeys and almost every piece had at least one leather strap around it to keep it from popping open unexpectedly. The only new piece was a wicker suitcase carried by the youngest boy. The captain wondered how long they had been traveling, living out of those suitcases and if their luggage would last untill they got to wherever it was they were going.   

Reverend VanderMeer turned back to his family and they all picked up the pieces they had set down and walked up the gangplank, Reverend VanderMeer in front, his wife right behind him and the children following according to age. They all had a little trouble climbing the narrow gangplank with their luggage bumping the railing on either side. He saw Travers trying to tell them just to leave the luggage on the dock, but they were concentrating so hard on handling it themselves they didn’t understand him. The captain knew that same procession had been seen walking through railway stations and in and out of hotels. He turned from the porthole and started getting dressed. He could never tell when one of the young ones might pop into the passageway outside his quarters despite the sign at the bottom of the stairway that said, CREW ONLY. It wouldn’t do for them to see him in his underwear.

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churchstepsBody On the Church Steps – A who-done-it that will keep you wondering to the end. Everybody is suspect, well, not everybody, but a whole lot of them and the police don’t seem to be to interested in solving the murder real quickly. I wonder why. Body On the Church Steps is published by Indigo Sea Press and is available on Amazon and from the publisher. Kindle and Nook versions just $4.99.

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Desperate Voyage, is a World War II story of courage, love, murder and an enemy attack on a British freighter. It is available from All Thing That Matter Press and on Amazon. The Kindle edition is only $5.99,

It is based on my recollections of crossing the South Atlantic as a boy during WW II.

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Final MSS Cover frontMurder Sets Sail is a sea adventure. You know right from the beginning who the bad guys are. Can Chris escape the sinking of his boat and the death they have planned for him? Murder Sets Sail is available from Indigo Sea Press and on Amazon. The Kindle editions is only $4.99.

Pageflex Persona [document: PRS0000035_00023]The Telephone Killer – He calls a head of time to tell the TV station who his next victim will. It will keep you reading even after you have figured out who the killer is. The Telephone Killer is published by Indigo Sea Press and is available on Amazon and from the publisher. Kindle and Nook versions just $4.99.

To watch The Telephone Killer video click here.

The Telephone Killer is now also available as an audiobook.

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R&R cover thumbC and G cov 1a smallTwo historical novels about colonial Congo where I was born and grew up are: Of Rulers and Ruled and Of Chiefs and Giants. The period covered is from 1885 when Leopold II of the Belgians claimed more than 900,000 million square miles of Central Africa as his private domain until independence in 1965. These books are available All Things That Matter Press and from Amazon. The Kindle  and Nook versions are only $5.99.
 
Since everything is copyrighted please feel free to re blog any of my posts but please repost in its entirety and giving appropriate credit.

Murder Sets Sail – 7

imgres-2George has everything under control, or at least he thinks he does, but there is some dissention in the ranks. You remember Myra was wanting a way to warn the owner of the boat they are about to charter the he should not take the charter. Now Steve has not made any plans yet, but he is not happy with things the way they are.

Final MSS Cover frontMURDER SETS SAIL
by
Paul J. Stam

CHAPTER SEVEN

George Costellos moved away from the room service breakfast cart taking his cup of coffee with him. He sat down on the couch setting the coffee cup on the end table next to him and took out one of his cigars. “Hey, Baby, get my wallet for me, will you? It’s in the left hand top drawer.”

He took time lighting his cigar, took a drag, blew out the smoke and said, “Steve, I want you to make a phone call to Lester Kalama. K, A, L, A, M, A… You got that?” he asked reaching for the wallet Myra held out to him.

“Kalama,” Steve repeated.

George took a card out of his wallet and handed it to Steve. This is the phone number. Don’t use your cell or a hotel phone. Find a public phone somewhere. Identify yourself as Steve Harris. He should have been notified by now either Steve or George Harris would be contacting him this morning. He’ll probably play dumb, and then you say something like, ‘John said when I got to town I should look you up and shake your hand.’ ‘Shake your hand is the code.’ Use it anyway that seems right, just work it into a sentence somehow. You got all that?”

“Yeah. Shake your hand.” Continue reading

Muddy Minded Me

Case 3stack-of-books-1531138-1600x1200What to do, what to do? Just looks at that bookcase; filled with all kinds of sculptures and platters so that my books, which should be in that bookcase have been relegated to being piled on top of each other instead of standing proudly next to each other. I have a special appreciation for books. I can throw them across the room and they won’t break. I can’t do that with any of my platters of sculptures.

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DSC02129Not only that, but all my cabinet spaced is getting filled with my ceramic endeavors instead of with dishes and canned goods. But that’s OK because I don’t really like canned foods and I only use one dish at a time and the others can just pile up in the sink.

It’s been a good week in the mud-puddle.

Raw clay 2Got about 16 of these things made and I’m satisfied with them. You know sometimes I make something and I’m not real pleased with it, but I let go. Now tell me is that because I’m lazy or because I don’t think I can do better. Oh, dear what a thing to confess? No, I don’t want you to tell me.

Anyway I was fairly pleased with these and so I now have a couple dozen of them drying slowly until they will be ready to be bisque fired.

2 B GlzedTalking about bisque firing; I wandered into, well, I didn’t wander, but went in to the glazing room and found a couple dozen of my pieces that I had forgotten about ready to be glazed. Guess I’ll have to do that first thing Monday.

Well that’s it from this mud-puddle, and if you can’t find a mud-puddle to your liking to play in, well maybe read a good book. I have a couple of suggestions. Wishing you all and only the best and Aloha – pjs/

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churchstepsBody On the Church Steps – A who-done-it that will keep you wondering to the end. Everybody is suspect, well, not everybody, but a whole lot of them and the police don’t seem to be to interested in solving the murder real quickly. I wonder why. Body On the Church Steps is published by Indigo Sea Press and is available on Amazon and from the publisher. Kindle and Nook versions just $4.99.

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DES VOY cvr

Desperate Voyage, is a World War II story of courage, love, murder and an enemy attack on a British freighter. It is available from All Thing That Matter Press and on Amazon. The Kindle edition is only $5.99,

It is based on my recollections of crossing the South Atlantic as a boy during WW II.

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Final MSS Cover frontMurder Sets Sail is a sea adventure. You know right from the beginning who the bad guys are. Can Chris escape the sinking of his boat and the death they have planned for him? Murder Sets Sail is available from Indigo Sea Press and on Amazon. The Kindle editions is only $4.99.

Pageflex Persona [document: PRS0000035_00023]The Telephone Killer – He calls a head of time to tell the TV station who his next victim will. It will keep you reading even after you have figured out who the killer is. The Telephone Killer is published by Indigo Sea Press and is available on Amazon and from the publisher. Kindle and Nook versions just $4.99.

To watch The Telephone Killer video click here.

The Telephone Killer is now also available as an audiobook.

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R&R cover thumbC and G cov 1a smallTwo historical novels about colonial Congo where I was born and grew up are: Of Rulers and Ruled and Of Chiefs and Giants. The period covered is from 1885 when Leopold II of the Belgians claimed more than 900,000 million square miles of Central Africa as his private domain until independence in 1965. These books are available All Things That Matter Press and from Amazon. The Kindle  and Nook versions are only $5.99.
 
Since everything is copyrighted please feel free to re blog any of my posts but please repost in its entirety and giving appropriate credit.

Telephone Killer – 7

You remember in the last post from the Telephone Killer he called to tell them he had killed Police Officer Remke. You can bet KWBD is going to get right on the story even though Ralph Moore, the killer’s favorite contact person, is out on assignment.      

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by
Paul J. Stam

Excerpt Seven

Harmon Place rose up the gentle hill to end at a barricade beyond which there was some tall grass and scraggly brush interspersed with a few scrub oak trees. The street was paved with curbs and sidewalks in place and sloping driveways leading to bare dirt lots that were beginning to fill with weeds.

From the end of Harmon Place, at the top of the hill, one could look down on Falcon Heights and beyond it to the city. At night, the sight of the city lights was spectacular and the curbs of Harmon Place, and other streets like it, were dotted with the cars of young lovers. Officer Remke had never parked there at night himself, but often in the middle of the morning, he parked at the end of Harmon Place to catch up on his reports so he would have that much less to do back at the station when his shift was over.

The KWBD crew from the senior citizen center, which was two miles away, got there a few minutes before the first patrol car. In that time the KWBD crew were able to get pictures of the dead officer sitting behind the wheel of his car with blood on his cheek and neck and splattered all over his uniform and the car seat. So much of the right side of his head was blown away it would have been hard to determine it was a human head if it were not for the neck and then the uniformed body below it. Continue reading

Desperate Voyage – 6

You met Mable VanderMeer last week. Now meet her husband, Harold. They have 4 children whom you will get to meet as the story progresses. For right now understand that here is another family in desperate straits who hope this voyage will be their salvation. Soon they will all be boarding the ship.

DES VOY cvrDESPERATE VOYAGE
by
Paul J. Stam

DAY ONE
TUESDAY – 13 January 1942

Harold VanderMeer stood bent over with his elbows resting on the wood-capped boarding gate of the open platform at the end of the car. Behind him, the wall of the carved out mountain rose straight up. If he had been on the other side, he could at times have reached out and touched the wall of rock that was the mountain. On his side of the train, the sheer mountainside fell away from the roadbed into fathomless darkness.   

He stood leaning with his thin hands clasped tightly together looking down at the passing roadbed below him that could be dimly seen in the light from the platform. From time to time, a breeze passing up the side of the mountain would add to the combined coolness of late night and mountain height sending a chill through his tall, thin body.

Occasionally something would catch his attention and he would look one direction or the other. To the right he could see the forward engine and two cars. On a tight curve, he could even see into the cab of the engine, the red glow from the firebox brightly illuminating the glistening, black body of the stoker swinging back and forth throwing shovel-full after shovel-full, of black coal into the flaming cavern, the blackness of the coal unable to dim the brightness of the flames. Continue reading

Body on the Church Steps – 6

In the last Excerpt Jackie has just arrived in Honolulu and is at her sister’s apartment. She was hoping to find her sister, Susan, but Susan isn’t there. She does meet a neighbor of Susan’s who is going to be a big help while Jackie is in Honolulu.

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BODY ON THE CHURCH STEPS
by

Paul J. Stam

Excerpt 6

Jackie pulled the suitcases in behind her, leaving them by the door, dropping her carry-on next to them and walked through the combination living-dining room to the screen door to the lanai. There was a glass top table with two metal chairs on the lanai. The screen door was locked but the sliding glass door was open as were all the louvered windows. Susan had obviously not intended to be gone for a long time.

The kitchen was an alcove at the lanai end of the main room. She looked in the refrigerator and there was the reasonable amount of food for someone living alone. None of it was spoiled, or moldy, which meant that Susan had not been gone that long.

Next to the kitchen area was a bathroom about the size of the kitchen, and next to that was the bedroom. She stepped into the small bedroom, and looked around quickly. There was a twin bed, a large dresser with an assortment of bottles, hand mirrors, and brushes on the top. In a corner at the foot of the bed was a television set on a stand. Next to the bed there was another stand with a clock, some books, and a telephone. There were no messages on the phone. She noticed that even the louvers of the ceiling-high windows in the bedroom were open.

She went back into the living room, and sat down on the wicker couch, and looked around. There was another chair that matched the couch, a coffee table and on the opposite wall a bookshelf with books. In one corner there was an exercise machine. It wasn’t much of an apartment really. There was nothing wrong with it, but it was just one room that reached from the front door to the lanai and off of it were the bedroom, the bath and the kitchen. Continue reading