Murder Sets Sail – 9

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In the Last excerpt George and Steve meet Kalama to arrange to find someone with a boat to which they can transfer the Heroine to bring it ashore and then kill Chris and sink his boat. Meantime, Myra is desperately trying to warn Chris.

Murder Sets Sail is my latest book published by Second Wind Publishing.

Final MSS Cover frontMURDER SETS SAIL
by Paul J. Stam

CHAPTER NINE

At one thirty Myra went to a pay phone in the Hilton Hawaiian Village and called Charlie’s number. The phone was answered on the third ring. “Yeah?”

“Is Chris back yet?”

“No, he ain’t back yet. Don’t know where he went. Is there some place he can call you when he comes back.”

“No, not really… and I wish you wouldn’t tell him I was there or that I called. I want it to be a surprise.”

“O.K., but all can say is Jamison has all the luck.”

That was his name. Chris Jamison. “Oh, you’re probably much luckier.” She laughed and hung up. She stood there for a moment wondering what to do. She called their hotel and asked for their room. The operator let it ring for almost a minute before coming back on. “There doesn’t seem to be any answer.” Continue reading

The Telephone Killer – 32

Poor Ralph. In the last excerpt he was being interrogated as a witness to the Telephone Killer’s daring ride on a motorcycle through the dedication of the park. Ralph originally thought he was being questioned as a witness to the event like a great many other people. He is still being grilled by Detective Williams. He’s been there for over an hour and he’s beginning to think they suspecting him of knowing more than he should.

THE TELEPHONE KILLER
by Paul J. StamPageflex Persona [document: PRS0000035_00023]

EXCERPT THIRTY-TWO

‟I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He didn’t like the way this interrogation was going. Vitium warned him they would be hard on him when they questioned him. ‟May I have a glass of water please?”

Williams leaned back in his chair. ‟Sure. Sergeant Lewis, would you get our friend here a cup of water please.” Williams sat leaning back, his right elbow on the chair arm, his fist in front of his mouth and chin staring at Ralph. He did not blink, but just stared.

Ralph tipped the empty coffee cup and looked into the bottom of it and then put it down and stared at his own hands until Lewis came back in. Lewis set the cup on the table. It was a small cup, the kind that was in tubes attached to the bottled water dispensers. There were only two swallows in one of those cups and Ralph finished it off and said, ‟May I have another one?”

Lewis took the empty coffee cup, which was larger and brought it back filled with water. Ralph took several swallows from it and set the cup on the table.

‟Now, Mr. Moore. Could we get back to business?” Continue reading

Murder Sets Sail – 8

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In 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.

Murder Sets Sail is my latest book published by Second Wind Publishing.

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. There was a gatehouse on one side of the drive and a garage of the same architectural style on the other. 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. A narrow path led between lush tropical ferns and flowers. A footbridge spanned connecting pools that held lazily swimming koi. Continue reading

Body on the Church Steps – 4

You’ve met Radford, the church custodian, and Pastor Doug, who likes to boss people around, so now meet the rest of the staff. Who on this staff is going to help the police discover the killer and who is going to hinder the investigation? And, most importantly, can one of them be the killer?

Here is more from Body On the Church Steps; a new novel coming very soon from Second Wind Publishing.

churchstepsBODY ON THE CHURCH STEPS
By
Paul J. Stam

 EXCERPT FOUR

The staff continued arriving. Each, in one way or another learned what had happened, and the detectives informed each that they would all be questioned. Pastor Bell arrived and very graciously, but firmly told the detectives that the staff morning devotions were at eight-thirty and everyone was required to be there. He invited the detectives to join them, but the detectives declined saying that they would be back after nine to talk to the staff. They assured everyone that it was just routine, but since the body had been found on the church steps they had to talk to everyone employed by the church.

“I understand,” Pastor Bell said, and went into his office until it was time for devotions.

Betty Clipper burst into the reception area at 8:25 screaming, “Is it true? – Was there really a dead girl on our steps? – Oh, My God. I can’t believe it. – What are we going to do? – Was it anyone we knew? – Oh, Dear Jesus, this is terrible.” Continue reading

More Fun Than …

Mud-me

As I said in the “About” page of this blog, “Mud! I have always loved mud. As a child there was nothing more fun than taking off my shoes and stomping in the mud; making it splash on someone else, and feeling it ooze between my toes.

Today I still play in the mud, but instead of tromping it with my feet; I knead it, slap it, pummel it, pound it, and try to shape it. I have to admit that although I love clay, there are times when I curse it. And as is almost always the case when you get angry; it is not the other’s fault, but yours. So it is that when I curse the clay it is not because the clay did something wrong, but because I couldn’t handle it.

I tell you that again because it has been a fantastic week at the studio. More has happened than I can possibly talk about on one post, but I’ll tell you a little about it. Continue reading

It Ain’t Necessarily So – 1

As some of you may have noticed, the title of this blog is Paper, Mud and Me.

In the past few years there has been a plethora (don’t you just love that word? Oh, you don’t?) Well there has been a lot in the Paper area, what with the posting of excerpts from my various books and all, and quite a bit in the Mud category with some about my attempts to create things from clay, but very damned little about me.

Consequently, after long and intense reflection; 17 seconds, that’s long enough for any intense reflection; I have decided to tell you a little about myself. However, before I do I want to give you the chance to understand where I’m coming from. The “Introduction” to this so-called “book in progress” is something I will suggest every reader of any post in this category read. So, here it is! You are the first to read this Introduction to the very first chapter in my new book entitled – It Ain’t Necessarily So.

An Introduction
To Be Read

It has been said that, “History is written by the winners.” I am one such winner in that I have outlived any who might be able to refute the things I say. I will to the best of my ability be honest except when it suits me to be otherwise. After all, I am a storyteller, and the important thing to a storyteller is to keep the reader interested, not be honest.

I will also warn you that the things I tell you about me, my family, my life, my loves, my hates, my accomplishments (there’s very damned few of those so I’ll have to make some up) and my failures (do you really think I would tell you about those) are things that interest me, or at last did at the time.

Now, having been warned, let us begin. Please feel free to make suggestions. They will be welcomed, ignored, but genuinely welcomed. Continue reading

Telephone Killer – 31

You remember in the last excerpt the Telephone Killer in a brazen stunt drove through the dedication of the new park on a motorcycle and shot the Lieutenant Governor. Poor Ralph, because he was a witness to the event, he is again called in to be interrogated by Captain Williams.

THE TELEPHONE KILLER
by Paul J. StamPageflex Persona [document: PRS0000035_00023]

EXCERPT THIRTY-ONE

It was Tuesday morning following the Fourth of July weekend. Captain Williams was not at all as friendly as he had been in the past.

‟Thank you for coming, Mr. Moore. Won’t you come with me please? We’ll try not to take up more of your time than is necessary,” Williams said walking ahead of Ralph to the interrogation room. ‟As Sergeant Lewis told you on the phone, this is an official investigation into the death of Lieutenant Governor Ben Paulson and we are talking to everyone who was there that day. We are video taping all of these interviews so we can listen to them again and again if we want to. Sit right over there, won’t you. The camera is behind that mirror.”

Ralph sat down in the chair Williams was holding for him. The room was small with a gray table in the center and three steel chairs around it. There were no windows in the room except for the mirrored one with the camera behind it.

‟Would you like a cup of coffee?” Williams asked

‟Yes. Thank you.” Ralph said. He had taken a tranquilizer just before he left home, but it didn’t seem to have kicked in yet. Maybe coffee would help it. Continue reading