Sunday, July 16, 2017
Monday, June 12, 2017
Excerpt from Death on the Delaware an Alexander Steele Murder Mystery
Stan punched up a photo of a beautiful dark haired woman. “My money's on her, Alexis the congressman’s ex-girlfriend. Trust me on this Steele; I got plenty of experience with her type. Vindictive as hell and will stop at nothing to get back at you. Don’t waste your time on those others, that broad did it. I bet he promised to divorce his wife and marry her. Look at that face; it’s got guilty written all over it.”
Steele couldn’t control himself. He laughed so hard he nearly fell off the couch. “Hey man, you got some serious issues. You need to get some help.”
Stan sat on the bar stool sipping his coffee. “So where does Naomi’s boyfriend fit in all of this?”
“The only suspect with a solid alibi is the congressman’s wife, Megan. As for motive, each and every one of them has a motive that’s what has me stumped. Toxic Tim was getting closer to reconciling with his ex-wife when the sweet talking congressman swooped in and swept her off her feet. At that point, Tim’s hopes of getting back together with his ex-went up in smoke. Megan may have an alibi, but a two million dollar life insurance policy could be enough motivation to get doctor feel good to do her dirty work. Let’s not forget about Congressman Holloway’s ex Alexis. With the Congressman’s clout, she was on the fast track to becoming one of Philly’s youngest millionaires. Not only did he cut her loose forcing her to drop out of the race for DA she was forced to downsize her practice after they broke up. You know what they say about a woman scorned.”
Saturday, June 10, 2017
Sunday morning, while most of the city’s 1.5 million residents were still asleep Steele was up and about. He needed to clear his head, so he went for a jog on
Kelly Drive. Steele had this nagging feeling that he had
overlooked some important detail of the case.
After jogging from under the
to the bleachers near Boathouse Row, Steele took a seat and stared at the lone
sculler as he rowed past. Strawberry
Monday, June 5, 2017
"Tara’s hopeful look turned to one of bitterness. She scoffed and briefly looked at the sky before answering the questions.
“My aunt was a slutty, gold-digging, whore. She never gave a damn about my Uncle, and she certainly didn't love him.” Steele waited for an answer to his first question. When it became obvious that Tara wasn't about to give one without some prodding Steele looked at Tara and waited patiently until she reluctantly continued.
“Come on Steele; you owe me. I saved your life in the Bahamas” Steele waved his hand. “Whoa, I've already decided to take the case, but I need you to be straight with me baby girl. I need to know what the hell I'm getting myself into.”
Tara explained how two years ago her Uncle Kevin caught his wife in bed with another man. He shot the man, but he survived. The incident was covered up. "It’s a small township; my uncle donates heavily to a lot of local organizations including the homeless shelter and the Police and Firefighters Fund. It took a little persuading and a lot of cash for my aunt’s lover not to press charges. The revised story was that he was a house guest that wandered into the dimly lit bedroom and that Uncle Kevin though he was a bugler. After the shooting, he vowed to kill her if he ever caught her with another man."