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Friday the 13th: A Marnie Reilly Mysteries Short Story

This short story falls nowhere in the current timeline of the Marnie Reilly Mysteries series. It is simply a short story that popped into my head while I was falling asleep a few nights ago. Sometimes you just have to write what is handed to you in your dreams. I hope you enjoy this little mystery.

I would love to hear what you think in the comment section below.


Marnie rolled to her side and stared out the window at the sun rising over the paper birches and hemlock spruces on the ridge. Her thoughts took her to a conversation she had with one of her clients yesterday.

“If I tell you that I am planning to hurt someone, you have to tell the police, don’t you?” Jonathan LaRoche steepled his long, chunky fingers on his broad chest as he lay on the couch in Marnie’s consulting room. His shoulder-length black hair was in need of a wash—his clothes were grubby and he smelled of must, perspiration, and Axe body spray, and his beard was a matted mess of gray and black whiskers with flecks of food creased into the corners of his unwashed mouth.

Marnie worked hard to maintain her composure, her hand over her nose and mouth to keep from gagging at the odor. “Yes, that’s right. If you plan to break the law, I have a duty of care to inform the proper authorities. Is that why you wanted to see me today? Are you planning to harm someone?” Her tone even—her eyes watering from the man’s stench.

“I see. Client confidentiality only goes so far, then.” He craned his neck to see her reaction.

Moving her hand away from her face, she studied him. “Why would you want to harm someone, Mr. LaRoche?”

“Hypothetically, I would harm someone if they were to say, divulge my innermost thoughts. You know, things that I have discussed with them in confidence.” He waved his hand, and quickly sat up, hammering his size 16 shoes into the floor.

Marnie flinched and internally scolded herself for allowing him to startle her. “Mr. LaRoche, we have this conversation once a week. Why don’t you tell me what’s really on your mind.” She sat forward—eyebrows raised.

He pointed an accusing finger at her. “You don’t like me. How can you be my psychologist if you don’t like me?”

“Why do you think that I don’t like you?” She cocked her head, gripping her pen tightly.

“You judge me, Ms. Reilly!” He got to his feet and paced in front of the couch.

Marnie pushed her chair back while he wasn’t looking—shortening the distance between her and the door.

“Do I? I don’t believe that I judge anyone, Mr. LaRoche. I certainly listen to everything that you tell me and make a professional assessment. Is that what you consider judging?”

Whirling around, he lunged forward, placing his hands on the arms of her chair. His face inches from hers, he snarled, “You! It’s you I intend to harm!” Shoving her chair back into the wall with a jolting thunk, he turned his back and sang, “Pop Goes the Weasel.” Wheeling back around, he took a step toward her. She leapt to her feet as her consulting room door flew open.

Carl stood in the doorway, jaw and fists clenched.  “Your session is over, Mr. LaRoche.”

A blue jay squawked by her screened window, jerking her from her thoughts. Glancing down at her smartwatch, a wave of nausea washed over her. 

“Argh! It’s Friday the 13th!” She rolled to the other side of her bed. Tater sat at the edge, peering into her face. Dickens glanced up from his bed in the corner where he had been licking his foot. His ears perked up when Marnie looked at him. 

“You two don’t know what Friday the thirteenth means, do you?” Her aquamarine eyes filling with tears, she ruffled a hand through Tater’s thick coat and kissed him on top of his head.

The Border Collies, ears up, cocked their heads and mumbled. Dickens stood, stretched out his front legs—rump in the air—then trotted to the side of the bed. Marnie scratched him under the chin, leaned over and wrapped her arms around both of the dogs.

“It means that we stay close to home, keep our fingers crossed and hope for the best.” She sat up and swung her legs off the bed. As her feet hit the floor, she saw a shadow move down the hallway outside of her bedroom. Pressing a finger to her lips, she shook her head at Tater, who stared at the figure disappearing around the corner.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Ryan’s Diner buzzed with caffeine-induced energy as Danny and Tom tucked into their breakfasts.

“Your grandmother makes the best scrambled eggs in Creekwood.” Tom gulped his coffee while scooping up a forkful of home fries.

“Yes, she does. The bacon is cooked perfectly too.” Danny’s blue eyes sparkled as he picked up a crispy strip with his fingers and popped it into his mouth.

“It’s strange to have a day off. I’m lookin’ forward to fishin’—away from Creekwood. I haven’t been up north to fish in a long time.” Tom pushed away his plate and puffed out his cheeks. “I am stuffed. You ready to go?” He put his hand in his pocket, pulling out a twenty-dollar bill for the tip jar.

“Yeah. Let’s hit the road.” Danny slid out to the booth and took his wallet out of his back pocket, pulling a twenty out. “C’mon! Let’s go before Gram catches us.”

Tossing their twenties into the jar on the counter, they made a beeline for the door.

“Where are you two off to in such a hurry?” Gram appeared in front of them, an order pad in her hand.

The detectives glanced at one another.

“Uh. We’re going fishing,” Danny said.

Tom nodded in agreement.

“What about Marnie?” She studied them closely.

Both men shrugged.

“She’s home—she had stuff to do.” Danny fiddled with his phone.

Tom fished his phone from his pocket and glanced down at the screen. Looking up at the ceiling, he sighed. “We’re not goin’ fishin’ today. We’re goin’ to the ranch.”

His partner scrunched up his face. “Why not? We’ve been waiting all week for this trip.”

“It’s Friday the thirteenth.”

“Yeah. Okay. Are you tellin’ me that Madame Séance is superstitious?” Danny pulled a face, laughed, and glanced down at his grandmother with a grin.

Tom pursed his lips, anger flashing in his violet eyes. “Marnie’s parents both died on a Friday the thirteenth. We gotta go to the ranch.” He dropped his head to his chest, exhaling loudly. Looking up, he shook his head at his partner. “How can you not know that?”

“She never told me! If I had known…”

“Yeah. Well, you know now. Let’s go.” Tom pulled open the diner door and stalked out.

Danny glanced up at the little bell ringing violently over the door, and then back down at Gram. “I didn’t know.”

She looked up at her grandson—her blue eyes stormy. ”I knew, and I’m not a detective. You need to communicate better, Daniel. Marnie Reilly is an open book to those interested in readin’ her.  I hear her ask you about your day all of the time. When was the last time you asked her how she’s doin’?”

He rolled his eyes. “She’ll just say fine.”

“No. That’s what your late wife always said. Marnie will tell the truth. She always does, whether it’s what you want to hear or not. Perhaps that’s why you don’t ask her.” Gram nudged him toward the door. “Go. Make sure she’s okay—‘cause believe it or not, sometimes she’s not.”

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Marnie crept into the hallway, the timber floors cool beneath her bare feet. Tater and Dickens walked in step on either side of her—ears and scruffs up. The old pine floorboards creaked—she held her breath and paused, listening.  Tater glanced up at her, waiting for a command. She gently tugged his ear, a signal that everything would be fine.  Holding up her hand, she made eye contact with both of the dogs.

“Sit. Stay,” she whispered. Both dogs sat motionless, awaiting her next direction.

As Marnie took another step forward, they all heard a shuffling in one of the guestrooms. The dogs tipped their heads, and Marnie tiptoed slowly toward the door, which was slightly ajar. As she pushed the door open, a flurry of darkness flew into her face. She screeched, lifted her arms to protect herself, and shouted the command, “Scootchem!”

Tater bounded forward with a high-bitched bark, chasing the shadow away from his mistress. He stopped short when the intruder slammed into the bedroom window with a dull thud. The dog lay down on the floor, resting his head next to a wounded crow. Marnie joined him near the window and knelt down.

“Ah, geez! The poor thing. You remind me of a pet crow my father used to have.” Reaching behind her, she removed a pillowcase from one of the pillows, and gently scooped up the bird. Cradling the bird in her arms, she ran her finger lightly over the bird’s wings, its head, and tail feathers. Tater stood and peered into the cloth bundle at the bird. “He doesn’t seem to have broken anything, and his neck doesn’t appear to be broken. Let’s take him out onto the veranda in case he wakes up. I don’t want him to fly into the window again.”

Marnie stood, and she and Tater went out into the hallway where Dickens still sat. Waving her hand, she said, “Free!” Dickens stood and walked calmly down the stairs behind his mistress and Tater.

At the bottom of the stairs, Marnie paused and glanced down at her dogs. “How did the crow get into the house?”

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“Why are you so pissed off at me? I had no idea Marnie’s parents both died on Friday the thirteenth. How should I have known that?” Danny ran a hand through his hair and frowned at his partner.

Tom turned his attention away from the road for a moment to scowl at him. “How can you not know that? You know, she’s been goin’ through a rough time lately. She’s got a new home; a new direction for her practice; and she has a new court-appointed client who is giving her a hard time. When was the last time you asked her how her day was?”

Danny cocked an eyebrow. “Are you and Gram in cahoots? She asked me the same question.”
Tom slammed his hand onto his steering wheel. “No! We are not in cahoots. We notice things. We actually do ask Marnie how she’s doin’ and she tells us. Are you gonna ask me about the client who’s givin’ her a hard time?”

“She told me she’s got a painful client, but that’s all she said.”

“Did you push her? She probably would have told you more if you had.”

“No. She gets mad when I do.”

Danny’s phone rang. He answered it. “Hi, Carl.” He listened for several minutes, his jaw clenching tighter with every moment that passed. “We’re on our way there now. Yeah, he’s with me. We’ll see you there.”

“What’s wrong?” Tom turned on the signal light to turn onto the highway.

“You better get your grill lights on and floor it. Carl just filled me in on Marnie’s court-appointed client. The guy threatened her yesterday. She made him swear not to tell us, but he got worried. He tried to call her a few minutes ago and she didn’t answer the home phone or her mobile.”

Tom turned on the grill lights and pressed his foot down on the gas pedal. The big tires of the truck kicked up rocks, and the backend fishtailed before correcting.

Scowling at his partner, he growled, “Call her again, and keep calling until she answers.”

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Marnie’s mobile phone vibrated and fell to the floor from her bedside table. Tater and Dickens woofed at the thump from above but continued following their mistress through the downstairs of their house.

Stepping into the library, she flipped on the overhead light, went to her desk, laid the wounded crow on the blotter, and pulled open a large file drawer. Taking a lockbox from the drawer, she punched in a code and it sprang open. The dog’s growls alerted her that they were not alone. Glancing up, she put her hand to her mouth, stifling a scream. The hulking mass of John LaRoche’s malodorous frame stood in the open doorway leading out to the veranda.

Her eyes never leaving the grotesque madman in her doorway, Marnie whispered, “Shush, Tater. Shush, Dickens. Sit. Stay.” The Border Collies sat, their intense and intelligent eyes trained on the trespasser.
LaRoche pointed a gun at the dogs. “Remove the mongrels, Ms. Reilly, or I will kill them.”

She turned to her dogs, making eye contact with Tater, and made a twisting motion with her hand. He tipped his head and put a paw on her knee. Pointing to the door, she gave the command, “Tater. Dickens. Out. Kitchen.” Both dogs obeyed, walking quietly out of the library. Marnie’s heart rose up into her throat as the click of their toenails disappeared down the hall. Turning back to the lunatic in her library, she lifted her chin and narrowed her eyes.

“Why are you here, Mr. LaRoche?”

Taking a step into the room, he ran his hand across the back of a leather chair. His mouth formed a grotesque grin—the gun in his hand now pointed at Marnie. “I told you my intentions yesterday.”
She kept her eyes on him as she reached out her hand to the lockbox.

“Ah! Ah! Ah! I wouldn’t do that. I will shoot you in the heart before you can retrieve your weapon.”

Dropping her hand to her side, she glanced down at her desk. One of the crow’s eyes opened and a wing ruffled ever so lightly. Inhaling deeply through her mouth, she lifted her gaze and saw the depth of the man’s hatred for her. His soulless black eyes judged her and his mouth moved peculiarly, as if he were reciting a spell. Narrowing her eyes, she studied the man’s face—there was something familiar.

“It’s you who is judging me, Mr. LaRoche. I can see it in your eyes. Why do you hate me? What is it about you that makes you hate someone you don’t even know?”

“Oh, I know you, Ms. Reilly. I know you too well. You play with people’s minds and then send them to mental hospitals to wither away and die. That’s what you were planning to recommend to the court, wasn’t it? You were going to tell them to lock me up for an eternity.”

Shrugging, she didn’t hide a smirk. “That is exactly what I did recommend—yesterday in fact. As soon as you left my office, I wrote a report to the court. I told them that you are a sick, twisted, maniacal creature. I told them that you are in bad need of soap, a shower, a razor, toothpaste, and a toothbrush. You disgust me, Mr. LaRoche. As a psychologist, I would probably not say that to a client, but you trespassed. You are standing here, in my home, uninvited and unwashed. You are a foul human being! I personally delivered the report to Judge Lawrence last night. And that is that. No matter what you do to me, your sentence has already been sealed.” Her aquamarine eyes wide, she laughed at him. “Now, you should be on your way. Detectives Keller and Gregg will be here soon for breakfast. We have plans.”

As he took a step toward her, Marnie weaved to the bookcase behind her desk. Picking up a marble statue of St. Francis of Assisi, she heaved it toward him, and sidestepped toward the door. The statue missed and fell to the seat of the leather couch. She crouched as the gun went off and she crab-crawled to the door as a loud shriek and the flurry of ruffling feathers attacked LaRoche. Throwing his hands in the air to protect himself, he dropped the gun.

Tater and Dickens appeared at the veranda door, as Marnie scrambled to her feet and raced out of the library—her dogs ran past LaRoche, knocking him down. Sprinting to the kitchen, she smiled when she saw the kitchen door standing open. “Good boy, Tater! Smart boy! Let’s go! We need to get to the barn!”
Snatching up her Wellingtons, Marnie hopped awkwardly, pulling on the boots as they ran out the backdoor. Too terrified to look back, she focused on getting to safety–the big red barn would most certainly provide that.

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Carl Parkins kicked a flat tire on his blue, Chevy pickup truck. “I have never had a flat tire in my life. Why? Today of all days!” Scowling up the road, he threw up his hands in frustration. “Yes!” He waved down the approaching truck with flashing grill lights.

Tom stopped the truck and Danny rolled down his window. “Jump in!”

Carl reached into his truck for his briefcase, pulled open the back door of Tom’s truck, and climbed inside. “Crap! Am I glad to see you guys. I got a flat tire.”

Tom glanced into the rearview mirror. “Did you bring your gun?”

Carl gave a curt nod.

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Marnie and her dogs raced up the steps to the loft. Dropping the hatch door, she rolled two bales of hay on top of it. Her stomach lurched when she remembered that LaRoche had a gun. He could easily shoot up through the floorboards, harming her dogs and her. Peering through the wall of the barn, she spotted LaRoche running across the pasture. She looked around the hayloft, noting a pitchfork, a tall cabinet, a large chain with a hook, and work gloves.

“What can I do with these?” She raised an eyebrow and walked to the cabinet. The door of the cupboard was locked with an old padlock. Retrieving the pitchfork, she stuck one of the tines through the hasp and yanked. The hasp broke off, the door swung open to reveal two shotguns, and a shelf above the guns held boxes of birdshot. She turned to her dogs—both stared up—they were panting—not smiling. “What do you say we have a bit of target practice?”  She loaded five shells into one of the guns, pushed back the sliding door of the loft, and took aim. Boom! The ground in front of LaRoche exploded. He veered left but continued running toward them. She took aim again. Boom! She hit an old fence post, sending splinters into the air. Peering out, she couldn’t see him. He had vanished from sight. Below them, she heard whistling. It was a familiar tune from childhood—one she had heard last night.

Round and round the cobbler’s bench

The monkey chased the weasel

The monkey thought it was all in fun

Boom!

A bullet flew up through the floorboards, and the dogs leapt sideways as another bullet splintered the old boards, scattering loose hay. Marnie muffled a scream, and motioned with her hand for her dogs to come to her as the whistling began again. As the dogs ran to her side, she rolled a spent shell casing away from them.

Round and round the cobbler’s bench

The monkey chased the weasel

The monkey thought it was all in fun

Boom!

Another round pierced through the floor at the other end of the barn. Marnie tiptoed to the cabinet and took out a full box of shells. She rolled three together to the center of the loft. This time, the madman sang:

Round and round the cobbler’th bench

The monkey chathed the weathel

The monkey thought it wath all in fun

Pop goeth the weathel!

A chill ran up her spine and she swallowed her fear.  She stood stock-still waiting—for what, she wasn’t sure. Grabbing hold of her dog’s collars, she pulled them as close to the eaves as she could get them. “Okay, guys. We’re going to need some help. It’s time for a bit of divine intervention.” Marnie closed her eyes and whispered.

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Danny turned in his seat. “Okay, Captain Crystals, give us the lowdown.”

Carl rolled his eyes as he dug into his satchel for a file. He resigned himself to the fact that the nickname wasn’t going away any time soon. “His name is Jonathan LaRoche. He is a 58-year-old Creekwood native. He’s 6 feet 10 inches tall, weighs 280 pounds, and he threatened Marnie with bodily harm yesterday—which is why I can tell you everything I have about the ogre. Judge Lawrence referred him to us—well, actually, one of her clerks did. Ah, a Miss Annabelle LaRock.”

Tom glanced up into the mirror. “Did you say Jonathan LaRoche?”

Carl looked down at the file and nodded. “Yeah. It says here that he was recently charged with harassment and assault. He shoved a woman in the QuickMart when she reached for the last bottle of Canada Dry ginger ale. His excuse was that he wasn’t feeling well, and needed the soda. Uh… The woman sustained a minor injury—a contusion to her left shoulder. The lady pressed charges. LaRoche was ordered to see a court-appointed psychologist for anger management. It looks like Judge Lawrence’s clerk sent the asshole our way. Maybe she thought he would land on my desk.”

Clicking his tongue, Tom thought. “Hey, is there any history on the guy? Employment? Time served? Anything?”

“Yep. He was a kindergarten teacher here in Creekwood. Hmm… Probably back when you and Marnie were kids. Do you remember him?” He looked up, meeting Tom’s eyes.

“Yeah. I remember him. I’m surprised Marnie didn’t.”

Danny turned to his partner. “Why’s that?”

“Back then he was Mr. LaRock. He was our kindergarten teacher, and he was horrible. He picked on Marnie because she had a lisp and a slight stutter. He used to make her sing some stupid song over and over again, trying to get her to stop lisping. He was cruel, and he got fired for his behavior. Marnie’s parents took exception to a teacher bullying their daughter.” Tom glanced into the mirror, meeting Carl’s eyes.

“What was the song?” Carl asked.

“Pop Goes the Weasel.”

Putting his head into his hands, Carl groaned. Meeting the detective’s eyes again, he replied, “He said that to her yesterday when he shoved her chair across the room.”

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Marnie, eyes closed, called out to her parents for help. “I’m breaking my own rule. Sorry to bother you, but I really need your help today. Do you remember Mr. LaRock? He’s trying to kill me. Do you think you could give me a hand?”

A slight breeze rose up in the hayloft, whirling chaff and dust into the air. Tater and Dickens whimpered, tilted their heads, and smiled at the figures in the center of the room. Tater leaned on his mistress’s leg and tapped her knee with his paw. Opening her eyes, Marnie watched as Jonathan LaRoche climbed up a rope and reached through the door at the other end of the loft. Pulling himself into the barn, he pulled his pistol from his pocket, aiming it at her. Glancing at her parents with fear in her eyes, she saw love in theirs as they looked back at her. Colin Reilly raised up his arms to the sky, and shouted, “Osiris!”

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Tom pulled up the truck outside of Marnie’s home, and the men rushed into the house, calling her name.
Danny raced through the kitchen to the stairs, running up the steps three at a time.

“Marn!” Tom called out, sprinting into the library.

Carl walked into the living room, glanced around the room, and went to the library to find Tom, who was standing beside the couch holding the statue of the patron saint of animals—a gift he had given her from Tater and Dickens on Mother’s Day.

Danny called out from upstairs. “She’s in the barn! I saw her move in front of the hayloft door! She’s upstairs!” He jumped down the stairs, twisting his ankle at the bottom. “Árgh!”

Tom and Carl met him at the kitchen door. Together, they ran across the pasture to the big red barn.
“Marn!” Tom called up, but Marnie waved him off. “We’re coming, Marn! We’ll be right there!”

Danny limped up the stairs and pushed up on the door. It wouldn’t move.

“Come help me,” he shouted.

Tom and Carl ran up the steps, and the three of them pushed with all of their might.

“There’s a rope around the other side of the barn. We can climb up it.” Danny limped to the back of the barn to the far door. His partner and Carl followed.

Tom glanced up, and then pointed to a wall of tools. “I’ll climb up. You two see if you can get the loft door open with that pry bar over there.”

Danny nodded. “Good plan.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Osiris!” Colin Reilly called again, a caw came back in reply.

Gun still aimed at Marnie’s chest, Jonathan LaRoche took another step toward her. As sunlight streamed through the open loft door, a shadow broke through the sunbeams. The crow swooped over Marnie’s head, forcing her and her dogs to dive to the floorboards as a bullet flew over her. Osiris flew into the face of the madman, throwing him off balance and out the door of the hayloft with a fear-filled scream, followed by the sickening, dull thud of death.

Marnie got to her feet and turned to her parents. “How can that be Osiris? How can he still be alive?”

Her mother and father grinned. “He’s not, but neither are we,” said her mother.

“We have to go now. We’ll see you soon,” said her father.

Marnie looked at him with horror. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Her mother giggled. “Geez, Colin, don’t scare the girl.” Turning to her daughter, she smiled. “Don’t worry, darling. We’ll come to see you. You won’t be coming to us for a very long time.”

Marnie exhaled loudly. “Well, that’s good to know.” Her eyes filled with tears, and as she opened her mouth to speak again, her parents were gone.

“Marnie! Are you okay? We can’t get through the door!” Danny called up from below.

She rolled the hay bales off the door and lifted it up. “I’m fine. Nothing a bit of divine intervention can’t handle.” She reached out her hand to Danny and pulled him into a hug when he reached the top step.

He pulled a face. “You’re fine. Really? You’re fine? We just heard a gunshot, and you’re telling me you’re fine.”

“Okay. No, I’m not fine. I’m a mess.” She leaned into him and hugged him. Wrapping his arms around her, he hugged her tighter, and kissed the top of her head.

Tater and Dickens trotted over to them and leaned on Danny’s leg.

Carl stepped into the loft and looked around. “Where’s Tom?”

“Hey, Marn!” Tom called out from the opposite end of the loft, where he was swinging through the door from the rope. Pointing out the window, he said, “You know that you’ve got a dead guy down there, right?”

-The End-

Fun fact: Osiris was the Egyptian god of the afterlife, the underworld and the dead. 

A huge thanks to FGT for your kind support and input. You are an absolute treasure.

We’re at it again! #TurvyTruthOrDare! 3/27/22

#TurvyTruthOrDare Writing Challenge

Starting Friday, April 1st, authors T.L. Brown, Saffron Amatti and Nimmi Sheikh and I will co-host the 7-day writing challenge, #TurvyTruthOrDare. The challenge will run from April 1st though April 7th, inclusive.

What’s #TurvyTruthOrDare About

#TurvyTruthOrDare
#TurvyTruthOrDare — The Challenge

Details

  1. Every day we’ll give you a scene prompt. (Swipe for prompts!)
  2. Your character(s) will choose: Truth or Dare?
  3. Then write out a scene using the Truth or Dare prompt.
  4.  Tag your posts with #TurvyTruthOrDare so we can find YOUR creative scenes! 

Questions

? Can I do both a Dare and a Truth for each day? Absolutely! If that works for you, do it!

? How many words should I write? Long or short, that’s up to you!

? More questions? Ask!

Do the Marnie Reilly Mysteries Characters Love a Good Challenge?

No! My characters and I have been arguing non-stop since this challenge was announced. They still haven’t recovered (or forgiven me for) from the February #RockTheTurvy Challenge. Marnie, Danny, Tom, Tater and Dickens are spending the next week and a bit at my house, a spring break of sorts. I figured they would enjoy some time away from cold and snowy Creekwood. They have assured me that they would rather be at home.

I have assured them that their fate lies in their behavior during the #TurvyTruthOrDare Writing Challenge.

I will post daily to Instagram, Facebook and Twitter.

Follow the Authors on Instagram

@nimmisheikhauthor –Writing a New Adult, sci-fi murder mystery trilogy planned for 2023 release: #Frostieverse

@saffron.amatti –Writes the spooky, ghosty, and oh-so-twisty #LucasRathboneMysteries

@writertracybrown –Writes the quirky #DoorToDoorMysteries + #BelleroseWitchline fantasy series

@sharitmitchell –Writes the thrilling #MarnieReillyMysteries with canine companions and haunting spirits

Attention Writers and Authors

#Authors and #Writers, whether your characters are in a published book or percolating in your WIP, this challenge is for YOU! This challenge is all about building relationships and getting to get to know more members of the IG #WritingCommunity – and their characters! 

You’re invited to follow challenge hosts @nimmisheikhauthor @saffron.amatti @sharitmitchell & @writertracybrown but it’s NOT required.

Doors Wide Open

Dive Into the Pages of the Door Wide Open

Doors Wide Open

If you have a busy weekend ahead, cancel your plans. Instead, snuggle down with Doors Wide Open, T.L. Brown’s rousing finale in the action-packed, paranormal mystery series, Door to Door Mystery Series

Brown’s quirky characters, Emily Swift, John Templeton, Rabbit, Lucie Bellerose, and the rest of her crew, are funny, flawed, intriguing, and highly engaging. I love these characters so much that if I could have a dinner party with fictional characters, they would be at the top of my guest list. 

T.L. Brown has woven together a rich story with descriptive settings, so much so that you will be right there with her characters. The twists and turns and “Uh-oh!” moments will keep you reading well past bedtime.

Here’s a bit of advice from a book lover: Buy these books! The whole series! Right now! Throw open the pages of the Door to Door Mystery Series and get lost in the magic, mayhem, and mystery of T.L. Brown’s world. 

Buy the Books on Amazon

Coming Soon from T.L. Brown

Bellerose Witchline Series

About T.L. Brown

Writer Tracy Brown lives in the beautiful Finger Lakes of New York State dreaming up stories and quirky characters that make life all the more interesting. She believes magic still exists, you just need to look in the right places.

Tracy is the author of the Door to Door Paranormal Mystery Series, three books penned under the name T.L. Brown. She is currently writing the first book in the Bellerose Witchline series, due out in early 2022.

She’s married to one damn amazing man. Together they garden, cook, and raise chickens.

Read more about T.L. Brown’s books here: https://writertracybrown.com/door-to-door/

Divine Guidance Second Edition

Divine Guidance Second Edition Coming Soon

Divine Guidance

Divine Guidance Second Edition for Kindle Unlimited is on the way!

Way back in 2014, I released the first Marnie Reilly Mystery. When Divine Guidance was first published, there was a high degree of upheaval and stress in my world. Reading through Divine Guidance now, I see the stress of that time in my writing.

Why am I releasing a second edition? It’s simple. Divine Guidance is a wonderful story that needed a bit of love. Working with my editor and a dear friend who is an author and mystery bookstore owner, Divine Guidance has received the love and attention it deserves. If there is one thing that I have learned in this crazy thing called life, it is that second chances are important.

Release Date

The Divine Guidance second edition for Kindle will be released on March 27th, with the second edition of the paperback releasing in conjunction with Fatal Vow, Marnie Reilly Mysteries Book 3, later this year.

I will drop the link to my Amazon page as soon as the Divine Guidance second edition for Kindle is ready to go.

Fatal Vow Update

Yes, I am making progress on Marnie Reilly Mysteries Book #3. I’ve got new characters to introduce, including Kate Parish’s parents. When you meet Lawrence and Kitty Parish, you will understand why Kate is Kate. You will also meet Ransom Elliot, Marnie’s ex-boyfriend from her D.C. days. There is a lot happening in Fatal Vow. Your patience is most appreciated.

Cheers,

Shari

It’s been a long time since a book kept me up and reading past midnight. I just could not put down Shari T. Mitchell’s “Divine Guidance.”

T.L. Brown, author

If you haven’t yet started the Marnie Reilly Mystery Series, don’t wait a second longer. This is the perfect season to get familiar with Mitchell’s bunch! “Fatal Vow,” the third book in the Marnie Reilly Mysteries, is due out in 2022. I’m on pins and needles waiting for it. I know I’ll definitely be ordering the book as soon as it’s available for pre-sale. I. Can’t. Wait!”

T.L. Brown, Author

https://www.amazon.com/author/sharitmitchell

Marnie Reilly Mysteries – Meet My Unruly Characters

Marnie Reilly Mysteries’ characters are fun to write. Their personalities have developed from Divine Guidance (Book 1) to Torn Veil (Book 2), but my unruly crew wants more. As I write Fatal Vow (Marnie Reilly Mysteries Book #3), I am focused on giving them what they want. Marnie Reilly, Detective Danny Gregg, Detective Tom Keller and Tater are all quite pushy. They have all been through a lot the last few years. I owe them. It makes sense that they would want change – for the better or worse.

When writing a novel a writer should create living people; people not characters. A character is a caricature.

Ernest Hemingway, Death in the afternoon

My characters are very much alive to me. I have conversations with them – they speak to me. Marnie has been worried that she is a bit selfish and scattered. Danny believes that he should be more supportive of Marnie. Tater thinks that people don’t take him seriously. What about Tom? Well, he has been asking me to give him more depth. I have told them all that it is a process and that we are only on book 3, but they still want more. They disrupt my sleep and many awake hours with demands to be noticed.

Fatal Vow is a chance to let them off of their leads – so to speak. I am going to take the advice of William Faulkner and let all of them speak to me a bit more. My first draft is messy by design so that my characters can tell me where they want to go. I can always fix things up in the first or second round of edits. Does that sound funny? My characters telling me where they want to go. Perhaps, but that’s the path we’re taking.

It begins with a character, usually, and once he stands up on his feet and begins to move, all I can do is trot along behind him with a paper and pencil trying to keep up long enough to put down what he says and does.

William Faulkner

A few weeks ago, I spent most of my weekend “finding” my characters. I sifted through thousands of stock images. I waited for the images to speak to me. Once they did, I invested in images of Marnie, Tom, Danny and Tater. How did I do? I know! Danny’s hair should be a bit lighter – but the sun will take care of that come summer. Have I mentioned that Fatal Vow opens on the first day of summer?


Here they are in full-color – Marnie Reilly, Tom Keller, Danny Gregg and Tater Tot!

Marnie Reilly

Height: 5’ 10’”
Build: Athletic
Hair Color: Strawberry Blonde
Eye Color: Aquamarine
Marital Status: Single
Age: 30-something
Distinguishing Features: haunted eyes, scar around her neck
Career: Psychologist
Nicknames: Marn, Madame Séance and Good Witch of the North
Best friend: Detective Tom Keller
Love interest: Detective Daniel Gregg

Marnie Reilly is a compassionate, ethical, sassy, quirky and loyal psychic. She is a force of nature for sure. Tall and athletically built, Marnie’s style is casual – she opts for jeans and boots over skirts and heels. Her job calls for skirts and heels – her home life the former. Her straight, strawberry blonde hair falls just below her shoulders.

Marnie is fiercely independent and guarded. People who know her well attribute this to the tragic and untimely death of her mother and, just a few years later, her father. She hates asking for help, and she doesn’t let people in easily, but when she does, she expects them to be kind, considerate and honest. She’s had her fair share of bad relationships. The worst was Ken Wilder; he was a cruel and abusive cheater with a penchant for pain – other people’s pain, that is.

The first thing that most people notice about Marnie is her eyes – aquamarine and haunted. Aquamarine is the color; haunted is her gift of clairvoyance revealing itself. The second thing that people notice about her is her undying devotion to her Border Collie Tater. They are a package deal.

Marnie is on a road to self-discovery. Working through why she rescues people is a big part of that process. Who should she trust? Who should she save? Who can she count on when everything turns upside down?

Tom Keller from Marnie Reilly Mysteries
Detective Tom Keller

Height: 6’2½”
Build: Lanky
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Violet
Marital Status: Single
Age: 30-something
Things to know about Tom: Marnie Reilly’s best friend; dry wit; terrified of ghosts
Career: Police Detective, Sergeant
Nicknames: Tom, Tommy

Tom Keller is the comic relief in the Marnie Reilly Mysteries series. His comedic timing is terrible – but his humor is rarely malicious.

He is tall and lanky with a distance runner’s build. He has short black hair and his eyes are a deep violet. Many women swoon over the charming detective, but he is quite happy being single. He does not like being set up on dates and is quick to remind his best friend, Marnie Reilly, of this fact.

He is kind, compassionate and hates injustice of any kind. Tom is a lover of animals, history and the investigative process of being a detective. He does not leave any stone unturned when searching for answers.

The mention of anything paranormal makes him jittery. He is not a coward with things that he can see – but hint at the possibility of a ghost being present, and Tom will pull his feet up onto the couch and shiver in response.

There are many layers yet to peel back where Tom is concerned. Fatal Vow will reveal A LOT about Detective Tom Keller – and just how far he will go to protect Marnie Reilly!

Danny Gregg from Marnie Reilly Mysteries
Detective Danny Gregg

Height: 6’2”
Build: Athletic
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Steely Blue
Marital Status: Widower
Age: 30-something
Distinguishing Features: dimples, scar on back from a stabbing
Career: Police Detective, Lieutenant
Nicknames: Danny
Love interest: Marnie Reilly

Danny’s dimpled smile doesn’t quite go with his grumpy demeanor. His thick, sandy brown hair is often messy from running his fingers through it when thinking or stressed. He is a tall man, solidly built and some would say a force to be reckoned with when angered or protecting the innocent. He has a sharp wit and an astute sixth sense about people.

A steely blue gaze is the second thing that most people notice about Danny. The first is his badge; he wears his gold shield with great pride.

Danny is a widower. He lost his late wife Sarah several years back to suicide. No matter how Danny has tried to forgive himself, just under the surface looms guilt for not saving Sarah from her deep dive into depression. He lost his mother Carol to depression and suicide, too. He still carries a great deal of guilt because he couldn’t save the two women whom he loved dearly. Danny typically steers clear of relationships. Investing emotionally in love is low on his list of priorities – until now.

Danny met Marnie while investigating the murder of her ex-lover, Ken Wilder. She annoys the hell out of him, and he finds her to be the most irritating woman whom he has ever met. Her kindness, independent nature, warmth, wisdom, sassiness and beauty have won him over. But will he cross legal lines to keep her safe? You will find out in Fatal Vow – coming in 2022.

Tater Border Collie from Marnie Reilly Mysteries
Tater
(photo by Tadeusz Lakota)

Height: 22’
Build: Athletic
Hair Color: Black and white
Eye Color: Gold/brown
Age: he doesn’t like to talk about it
Distinguishing Features: intense and intelligent eyes
Career: Service dog
Nicknames: Tater Tot

Tater is Marnie Reilly’s rough-coat, black and white Border Collie. He is an athletic dog with sharp, intelligent eyes and a cheeky disposition.

Marnie found Tater as a puppy at the side of a road in a burlap bag. He was the size of an Idaho potato – hence his name.

Tater knows a number of on-command tricks including how to play dead, how to crawl on his tummy like a snake, how to shake and how to open the fridge.

Tater has learned by watching Marnie – how to open doors; how to open his kennel; how to train humans. Adding to his impressive bag of tricks, he instinctively herds people, other dogs, sheep and bad guys. He’s a clever boy.

Chasing squirrels and eating tuna are two of his favorite pastimes.

He quickly responds to commands from Marnie and Tom, but Danny can be too gruff with him at times. It’s not because Danny is mean – it’s because he has never experienced a dog quite like Tater. He is fiercely loyal to Marnie. Readers will see the full force of his loyalty in Fatal Vow – Marnie Reilly Mysteries Book #3.


Carl, Gram and even Kate will soon have their faces on the website too. For now, I need to focus on writing. In the meantime, let me entertain you with a glimpse at Marnie’s new home. What’s that? You thought that she would be living with Danny? That was presumptuous!

Marnie Reilly's Home
Marnie Reilly’s New Home

Marnie's Red Barn at Wild Creek Ranch
Red Barn at Wild Creek Ranch

Be a sadist. No matter how sweet and innocent your leading characters, make awful things happen to them ― in order that the reader may see what they are made of.

Kurt Vonnegut, Bagombo Snuff Box

For now, I will be taking Kurt Vonnegut’s advice. I’m not sure that any of them would be described as sweet, but most of them are good people. At least I think that they are.

#ROCKTHETURVY Writing Challenge!

There is a group of wonderful writers on Instagram who put together a writing challenge every few months. The February 2022 #RockTheTurvy challenge was too good to pass up. I am in!

#RockTheTurvy Writing Challenge Details

Here are the details as presented by writer T.L. Brown:

“🎵 *flicking through radio stations* Writers, have we got a new #WritingChallenge for you! We’re twisting the Turvy in February and bringing you: #RockTheTurvy!

The #RockTheTurvy runs Feb. 1–28 & is hosted by:
🎸 @brasingtonbooks –Writes the 2 unconventional romance series, Raven Song Series & Stillwaters Series
🏫 @jodimay15 –Writes the gripping Hillside Academy Young Adult Series
👻 @saffron.amatti –Writes the spooky Lucas Rathbone Mysteries Series
🎩 @writertracybrown –Writes the quirky Door to Door Paranormal Mystery Series + upcoming Bellerose Witchline Series

Many of you use music for inspiration. Many even develop fantasy soundtracks to go with your WIPs / books. This challenge is DEFINITELY for YOU!”

#RockTheTurvy Details
#RockTheTurvy Details
#RockTheTurvy Writing Prompts 1
Writing Prompts Part 1
#RockTheTurvy Writing Prompts 2
Writing Prompts Part 2
#RockTheTurvy Writing Prompts 3
Writing Prompts Part 3

If you don’t follow me on Instagram, you can follow me here: https://www.instagram.com/sharitmitchell/

The past weekend found me immersed in writing up to 2200 character (not words) short stories for each of the prompts. Music has been assigned to each story to bring it all together.

Marnie Reilly, Detective Danny Gregg, Detective Tom Keller and Tater Border Collie are all participating – whether they wanted to join or not. Follow me on Instagram and join us for this crazy ride!

If you are an Instagram author/writer and want to get it in on the fun, just follow hosts as listed above and use the hashtags to join the #RockTheTurvey #writingchallenge. Don’t forget to the tag the hosts (listed above) in your posts.

#RockTheTurvy starts tomorrow. See you there!

Divine Guidance and Torn Veil – Reviews from the Writing Community

Divine Guidance and Torn Veil have recently received some lovely plugs from the writing community. A good book review is always a wonderful acknowledgement of the hard work that has gone into writing a book.

I am grateful to have connected with a strong network of writers who don’t view one another as competition – but view one another as a sounding board, a source for valuable information and a support network of empathetic individuals who cheer one another on each and every day.

Divine Guidance

Divine Guidance

“This mystery had me guessing right up to the twisty end. If you like strong female leads, smart and protective pooches, and stories with a paranormal influence, give this series a try.”

-Brook Peterson, Author of History of Murder


“In Divine Guidance, psychic psychologist Marnie Reilly finds herself the target of a shady group known as “The Collective.” With the help of Detective Daniel Gregg and her faithful Border Collie, Tater, Marnie must uncover the mysterious forces at work in Creekwood before it’s too late.

Marnie is a straight-talking sleuth in the grand tradition of a classic mystery series. Fans of Lisa Gardener’s D.D. Warren will appreciate Marnie’s ‘no bull’ attitude. Tater steals every scene he’s in and is worthy of his own spin-off series.

Author Shari T. Mitchell fills Creekwood with characters who are themselves characters, and gives this murder mystery a fun paranormal, holiday twist.”

Joanna Monahan, Author


“When a body shows up in Marni’s backyard shed, her world is turned upside down! A quick-paced thriller with threats around every corner, plus psychics and charlatans and family secrets and secrets exposed, and don’t forget furry sleuth Tater, Marni’s ever-faithful border collie. Spirits abound and things aren’t always what they seem in this great book by Shari Mitchell!”

– Jennifer Brasington-Crowley, Author


“This is the type of book that tells so much more than a story. It tells of a character that has a great soul and personality that a reader can’t help but think of someone who the protagonist reminds them of. From personality traits to behaviours, Marnie Reilly is a wonderful character. Honest, bold, compassionate, intuitive and someone who wants to nurture others. Her love for her dog, Tater, her baking and her psychic abilities drew me in almost immediately. The other characters had endearing qualities that helped knit the story together nicely, with an injection of deviance and danger from a serial killer on the loose.
With a back story of loss, buried emotions and clairvoyance abilities, Marnie is protected by a police team, and becomes part of a hunt for a killer at large. As relationships develop and the plot thickens, we are taken on a journey of excitement, risk, suspense, humour and friendship. Tater the dog is a beautiful touch to a book written with skill, knowledge and heart. Brilliant! I’m looking forward to the second instalment and more from this amazing writer. Highly recommended.[Divine Guidance]This is the type of book that tells so much more than a story. It tells of a character that has a great soul and personality that a reader can’t help but think of someone who the protagonist reminds them of. From personality traits to behaviours, Marnie Reilly is a wonderful character. Honest, bold, compassionate, intuitive and someone who wants to nurture others. Her love for her dog, Tater, her baking and her psychic abilities drew me in almost immediately. The other characters had endearing qualities that helped knit the story together nicely, with an injection of deviance and danger from a serial killer on the loose.
With a back story of loss, buried emotions and clairvoyance abilities, Marnie is protected by a police team, and becomes part of a hunt for a killer at large. As relationships develop and the plot thickens, we are taken on a journey of excitement, risk, suspense, humour and friendship. Tater the dog is a beautiful touch to a book written with skill, knowledge and heart. Brilliant! I’m looking forward to the second instalment and more from this amazing writer. Highly recommended.”

-Helen Aitchison, Author


“Divine Guidance grabs you and does not let go!

It’s been a long time since a book kept me up and reading past midnight. I just could not put down Shari T. Mitchell’s “Divine Guidance.”

Let me be frank: Mitchell crafted a story that scared the bejesus out of me – and it wasn’t the paranormal aspects of the story making my heart race! The murders and attempted murders happening around main character Marnie Reilly made me jittery. With ingredients like an abusive ex-boyfriend, a wild ice storm closing the roads, and a stalker-murderer running loose, you certainly have a recipe for a solid creep fest!

But the author doesn’t rely on bumps in the night to create a compelling tale. She’s also written a sound mystery-thriller with a flawed main character, who despite her rough edges, is good and kind at heart. She’s also believable.

We meet Marnie in an off-beat setting right before she tips the apple cart – angering her “peers” while taking the high road. From the get-go we understand that Marnie is not only tough, but also willing to do the hard things. And yet, she’s not this larger-than-life superwoman we can’t imagine as being real. She’s experienced significant loss and struggled with a frightening past (abusive relationship revealed in memories / current discussions). She’s human.

While the paranormal is present in this story, the mundane is what takes center stage. Imagine this: You are trapped at home with a maniac running rampant – but the ice storm prevents help from coming to you. At first the reader thinks: thank goodness police officers are stuck at Marnie’s house, too.

Then more attacks come. When the police are with you and you’re still in danger, how can it get any worse? The level of suspense the author creates during several scenes when you know the killer is watching them – and the characters know too! – is through the roof. I do not know how the author managed to sustain a level of constant unease, but she nailed it. I had to keep reading.

The author moves the drama from one place to another while keeping the tension high. There was literally one scene at Detective Gregg’s house that scared me because the buildup to the scene was so well done that when it came, I was wishing it wasn’t dark outside. (I was also glad I didn’t have an attic!)

Author Mitchell also brought in some complex relationships. Early on Marnie calls another character a charlatan – a “soul-sucking trickster” and the reader would agree. And yet this character displays a completely different side, helping Marnie when she’s in danger. This “relationship” of sorts has many layers, and it was intriguing to sort out what the current status between Marnie and this other really meant. There is a scene in Marnie’s home that involves a pipe (tobacco pipe). These little touches keep the reader wondering who was who and who was friend or foe.

As a reader, I want to know more about The Collective. Marnie has clearly angered this group of psychics and they have some power – but how much of it is real and how much of it depends on the fragility of the mind of their target? This could be why Marnie is wary but not openly fearful of this group. I hope to learn more in the follow-up to “Divine Guidance.”

With all the “normal” drama, there is a paranormal element, of course. For me it wasn’t the biggest part of the plotline but added to it. And a reminder: while it might be useful to learn from the dead (ghosts), it’s not always a happy experience.

Lastly, the supportive cast of characters around Marnie – her lovable dog Tater, the police, the detective, and her friends – certainly round out the story. There are a couple of big surprises at the end that beg the questions: In the circle of family and friends, who can you trust? Who is lying and who is dangerous?”

-Tracy Brown, Author


Torn Veil

Torn Veil (sequel to Divine Guidance)

“A sequel every bit as good as the first book – possibly even better!

It’s difficult to write a sequel worthy of a great first book, but Shari T. Mitchell did just that with the latest installment of the Marnie Reilly Mysteries, “Torn Veil.”

In this book, the reader is treated to so many layers building a strong plot. How did the author keep track of them all? Luckily for readers Mitchell manages this well, creating an intricate storyline with many moving parts while not losing the reader for a minute.

This time around we join a main character (Marnie Reilly) who is more willing to accept help as her life is turned upside down once again with the discovery of a dead body. She’s still tough, she’s still smart, and she’s definitely confident – but we’re diving into a complex character. Marnie’s not superwoman and she has fears, too. There’s also the matter of a blockage of sorts with her sixth sense. This limitation puts her at risk even more. We also find a Marnie who must work out which players are her friends, and who is the fraud. Author Mitchell does an EXCELLENT job of keeping the reader guessing.

Mitchell is a master of bringing in the bits: Here’s a character – let’s allow her to brush by – this will be important later. Or, here’s a snippet of conversation that will eventually point to a big piece of the puzzle. (Did you catch it, reader?) That’s part of the magic happening when you read a book by Shari T. Mitchell: you develop a habit of noting everything because it just might be important later and you are rewarded with an “aha!” moment. And again, the author delivers it in such a way that you are not lost.

It seems that author Mitchell is building a family for Marnie in “Torn Veil” – which really feels good. Marnie has been through so much already. This eclectic family-building isn’t just a safe haven for Marnie’s mental well-being, it’s a comfort for the reader as we become further invested in her story. We’re scared for Marnie more than once, and we hold onto the belief that the love surrounding her will provide the much-needed safety net when the time comes.

Returning readers to this series will recognize a favorite cast of supporting characters: the lovable and loyal Detective Tom Keller, and of course, the sexy, strong, and supportive Detective Danny Gregg. It may be getting colder outside, but it’s heating up between Marnie and Danny. This developing relationship is such a nice side story that does not overwhelm the drama and mystery. Other familiar – and new faces – fill in the population of Creekwood. We’re also glad to see Tater, Marnie’s beloved border collie, playing with some new pals.

The paranormal is definitely present in this latest installment, and we get some peeks into a darker side of people who operate in this world. And yet, Mitchell uses her characters to remind us that some evil only has power if you give up yours. How the paranormal is related to the events in the book – or not – is quite clever. There are some solid twists that make so much sense when all is revealed!

“Torn Veil” is crafted in such a way that you want to try and figure out who is who, and what is really at play. How did I do? I had my ideas, but ultimately Mitchell dished out some big surprises. There were a few things I did not see coming but worked perfectly with the storyline. That’s so much fun for a mystery reader!

If you haven’t yet started the Marnie Reilly Mystery Series, don’t wait a second longer. This is the perfect season to get familiar with Mitchell’s bunch! “Fatal Vow,” the third book in the Marnie Reilly Mysteries, is due out in 2022. I’m on pins and needles waiting for it. I know I’ll definitely be ordering the book as soon as it’s available for pre-sale. I. Can’t. Wait!”

-T.L. Brown, Author


“It’s Christmas time in Creekwood, and psychic psychologist Marnie Reilly is being stalked by shadows from her past. After a near-death experience, she is unable to reach across the veil to ask her departed loved ones for guidance.

In Torn Veil, everyone has secrets, and no one is who they seem. Luckily, Marnie, Tater, and Detective Daniel Gregg are more than equal to the task of uncovering the evil that has come to Creekwood.

Shari T. Mitchell has written a twisty paranormal murder mystery that keeps the reader in suspense to the very last page.”

-Joanna Monahan, Author


Divine Guidance and Torn Veil are available in paperback and Kindle from Amazon and other book resellers.

Christmas Eve in Creekwood

A Marnie Reilly Mysteries Short Story

I was hoping to post this short story last week, but time ran out and the holiday took over my world. There are a still few days left in the Christmas season, so I hope that, in the spirit of the season, you will forgive my tardiness. Happy New Year!

This short story does not fall into the timeline of Divine Guidance or Torn Veil. It is simply a little diversion for me – a change of pace – while I write Fatal Vow, the third book in the Marnie Reilly Mysteries series.


Christmas Eve in Creekwood

Wild wind wailed and huge, fluffy flakes of snow fell outside of a log cabin that was tucked neatly into a tall stand of pines just off Lake Road in Creekwood, New York. Snow-covered hickory, hemlock and maple trees swayed with the northerly gusting through the valley.  The granite stone chimney billowed white smoke into the evening air.

8A man and woman stood on the veranda peering through the frosty windows, dressed in clothes entirely wrong for a cold winter’s night. Detective Daniel Gregg, Marnie Reilly and Detective Tom Keller chatted and laughed as they drank from steaming mugs. A fire danced brightly in the fieldstone fireplace – the large hearth adorned with two snoring Border Collies – both laying on their backs – front paws curled into their white chests. Tiny colored lights gleamed through the pine boughs blanketing the mantle, and a grand and twinkling Christmas tree filled the side windows overlooking the lake. The beams of the vaulted ceiling were draped with pine garland and a pinecone and mistletoe ball hung from the center beam.

Marnie glanced toward the window – one eyebrow raised – head tipped to the side. She narrowed her aquamarine eyes and then turned back to the men when Tom poked her arm playfully. Nodding toward the window, Marnie said something that had Danny and Tom crossing the room. The man and woman drifted away into the shadows.

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Tom cupped his hands against the glass and peeked out into the darkness. “Marn, I don’t see anything out there – just snow, Christmas lights and the porch.”

“You sure you saw someone?” Danny turned away from the window and studied Marnie.

Marnie twisted her mouth to one side and shrugged. “Pretty sure. I don’t know – maybe I just sensed something.”

Tom shivered. “Ah geez! Marn, don’t start with that spooky shit! Not tonight! It’s Christmas Eve!”

Marnie giggled. “Afraid of a little Christmas spirit, Tom?”

“I’ve got all of the Christmas spirit I need right here in this hot buttered rum,” he replied picking up his mug.

They all jumped as an alert squawked on Danny’s phones. The Border Collies quickly sat up – ears at attention. Danny pulled his phone from his back pocket and sighed.

“Well, they’ve just closed the highway. A logging truck lost its load, and the truck following slammed on its brakes – it jackknifed and tipped.” Danny ran a hand through his wavy light brown hair. His blue eyes focused on the windows.

“Is everyone okay?” Marnie crinkled her forehead with concern.

Tom pulled his phone from his jacket pocket, which was hanging on the coatrack near the front door. He quickly thumbed through his phone. “Yeah. It says the drivers escaped injury – no one else was involved.”

Danny frowned. “Why didn’t your alert go off?” he asked Tom.

Tom glanced up and shrugged. “I’m not as important as you are, Lieutenant.”

Danny rolled his eyes and scoffed. “You should receive the same alerts that I do.”

“I turned my sound off when I was at church. Forgot to turn it back up, that’s all,” Tom replied sheepishly.

Before an argument could ensue, Marnie jumped in to save Tom. “Let’s all be thankful that no one was hurt. We should start thinking about dinner. There’s no way our Chinese food will be delivered with the road closed.”

Danny nodded. “Yeah, that’s the problem with one road in and one road out. I’ll call the restaurant and cancel the order.”

“I’ll go see what I can pull together,” Marnie replied as she headed toward the kitchen with the Tater and Dickens the Border Collies trotting closely behind.

“We’re stocked up,” he called after her. “You never know when a storm will hit this time of the year,” he mumbled to himself. As soon as his words left his lips, pinpricks trickled down his spine. He glanced toward the windows and inwardly shivered. The wind had picked up and it was snowing harder. He could see the flakes swirling around the Christmas lights on the trees in front of the cabin. He also saw two shadowy figures cross the veranda.

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Tater and Dickens sat at the sliding glass doors in the kitchen – their noses pressed to the glass. The kitchen overlooked a deer run in the woods behind the cabin. The dogs loved to sit and watch deer, raccoons, birds, squirrels, chipmunks, foxes and sometimes Percy the black bear who lived in a cave not far from the cabin. Tater’s scruff stood on end and Dickens whimpered as the motion sensor lights switched on and lit up the woods.

Marnie glanced toward the doors. Hmm…what now? “Shush! There isn’t anything out there other than a few forest creatures. C’mon on over here you two.”

Tater and Dickens turned and acknowledged their mistress, but they didn’t leave their post.  Marnie crossed to the doors and peered outside. 

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Out of Marnie’s view, two women watched from the woods. They appraised Marnie – tall with long, straight strawberry blonde hair. Her athletic frame was obvious in her jeans and long-sleeved, Christmas green Henley shirt. Her eyes were bright and sharp in the lights of the kitchen.  Marnie’s eyes were the first thing people noticed – aquamarine and haunted.

“She’s the one,” one woman said to the other.

“Yes, she is,” the other woman responded. “Sh! We don’t want her to see us.”

“Do you think she can?”

The woman nodded tightly in reply.

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“Hey, Marn!” Tom shouted as he entered the kitchen.

Marnie spun around quickly. “Geez! Tom! Why do you have to yell? You scared me half to death,” she scolded with a frown.

“Ha-ha. You can get mad at me when I scare you fully to death. Where’s the hot buttered rum stuff, Grumpy Britches?” he asked holding up two mugs. “Danny and I are ready for another steamy beverage.” Tom’s violet eyes twinkled with mischief. Marnie noticed that his black, wavy hair was in need of a cut. It was much longer than usual, and it was starting to curl as it had when they were kids. The two had been friends since they were five years old – they could read one another like a book – which Tom did in that moment.

“What’s up with you?” Motioning with a nod to the back doors, he asked, “You’ve been acting all spooky. Have we got visitors that I can’t see?”

With a half shrug, Marnie turned back to the doors. “Hmm. I’m not sure – but I think someone is messing around out in the woods.”

“Great!” Tom replied sarcastically with an exaggerated exhale. “That always ends well for us.”

“What ends well for us?” Danny asked as he walked into the kitchen. He crossed to the fireplace, tossed a few pinecones from a basket into the fire, and turned to observe a glance between Marnie and Tom. Leaning his brawny 6 feet 2 inch frame against the stone fireplace, he studied the two friends.

Tom dropped into a chair, stretched his lanky legs out in front of him and waved a hand in Marnie’s direction. “Madame Séance over there thinks we’ve got visitors!”

Danny smirked – his dimples deepening as a grin spread across his oddly attractive face. “What’s a matter, Tom? Are you afraid that your Scrooge-ish behavior of late will have you entertaining the ghosts of Christmas past, present and future? Ha-ha!”

Tom threw a defiant look Danny’s way. “I’m not a Scrooge! It’s just that everyone makes a big fuss out of shopping for gifts, spending a huge amount of money and that’s not what Christmas is about!”

Marnie snickered. “I didn’t spend a lot of money for your present, Tom. It’s just a little something that I thought you would appreciate. I also have a bag of homemade cookies, fudge and tarts for you. I made Christmas treats for everyone.”

Tom quickly sat up and smiled. “Where’s the bag? I’m hungry!”

Marnie rolled her eyes. “You’re always hungry. You can have the bag later. If you could please feed our four-legged friends, I will worry about feeding the two-legged variety. Now, what do the two-legged critters want for dinner?” Marnie turned to the fridge and pulled open the door.

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Having lost sight of the detectives and Marnie, the man and woman traveled to the back of the cabin. Neither paid much attention to the cold gusts of wind or the falling snow. They had a mission and they were determined to see it through. Off in the woods behind an old hemlock tree they spotted the two women – they were on the back deck peering through the window.

“Who are you?” the man demanded.

One of the women turned and placed a finger to her lips. “Sh! We’re here for the same reasons that you are.”

“You didn’t answer my question,” replied the man.

“And how do you know why we’re here?” the woman with the man asked.

“Sh! We have been expecting you. We received a message that you would be coming too. We all have the same goal. Perhaps, we can work together.” The two women glided silently down the deer run and stood in front of the man and woman. We must be careful. We think that they’ve seen us.”

The man nodded and the woman at his side grimaced. “I was afraid of that,” she said. “We’ll stay in the shadows until the coast is clear.”

All nodded in agreement.

~~~~~~~~~~

Marnie wiped her hands on the tea towel she tucked into the front of her jeans as an apron. “There,” she said pushing a loose tendril of hair from her face, “Dinner should be ready in about 90 minutes. I hope you two are extra hungry.” She laughed and joined them at the table.

Danny filled a glass with wine and nudged it across the table to her. Tom stood and went to the fireplace. Picking up the poker, he stoked the fire and placed a log onto the glowing embers.

Marnie nudged Tom with her toe. “You might want to add another log in the living room too. I have a funny feeling about tonight.” Just as Marnie finished her sentence, Danny and Tom’s phones both squawked an alert. Both men read the screens.

Tom glanced up from his phone and stared at Marnie. Danny did the same.

“Are your Spidey senses working overtime, Ms. Reilly?” Danny asked with mild amusement.

Taking a sip of her wine, she nodded. “Yup. Ever since I turned on to Lake Road – I don’t know. My hackles have been up. So have Tater’s. Look at him over there. He’s been watching the woods – but in a strange way. He hasn’t barked, but he is alert and his scruff is up.”

Tom scrunched up his nose. “Do you suppose Percy is moseying around?”

Danny shook his head. “Nah! He’s tucked up tight in his cave. We won’t see him again until spring. I haven’t seen him since Thanksgiving.”

“What did the alert say? The one that just came through?” Marnie asked.

“Ah! Roads are closed. Looks like we are all here for the night. Who wants to help me haul some wood inside?” Danny pushed his chair back and stood.

Marnie stood. “I’ll help. C’mon, Tom. If we all go, we can get enough wood inside so that we don’t have to venture out again tonight.”

Tom threw up his hands and got to his feet. “Why not! Safety in numbers is also a good reason. Besides, the knuckleheads should go out anyway.”

“Maybe we should put them on their leads – just in case. We don’t need to be chasing two rambunctious Border Collies through the woods tonight.” Marnie walked through to the living room, pulled on her boots, scarf and jacket, and called out to Tater and Dickens. “C’mon, knuckleheads! Let’s go out to pee before we get snowed in.”

Tater and Dickens raced into the living room and both skidded to halt in front of their mistress. Marnie clipped their leads onto their harnesses, picked a canvas wood tote, and stood waiting for Danny and Tom to get their coats and boots.

Danny reached out a hand. “Let me take Dickens. We don’t need him pulling you off the porch.”

Marnie laughed and gladly handed the lead to Danny. “Yes. I do need to work with him on his lead skills. He’s getting better, but he’s still fairly wild.”

Danny pulled open the big door and a gust of wind whooshed into the cabin. He stepped out on the veranda with Dickens, Marnie and Tater followed with Tom close behind. They stood taking in the winter wonderland surrounding them.  

Danny whistled. “Wow! That alert wasn’t kidding. The wind is in fact gusting. Geez! Look at those drifts!” He pointed to a snowdrift that was attempting to swallow up Marnie’s car. Tom’s truck was in danger too, but the hood of Marnie’s car was barely visible under the blanket of white.

“You’ve got some shoveling to do in the morning, Marn,” Tom teased with a laugh.

Marnie punched his arm lightly and nodded toward the garage. “I think that the three of us will be out here shoveling at dawn. The garage doors are disappearing too. Danny won’t be able to get his Jeep out to plow the road.”

They all walked off the step and into the snow. Tater and Dickens’s ears were tight to their heads as they braced against the wind. Marnie handed Tom the tote. “Here, we’ll walk Tater and Dickens if you can load this up, please.”

He took the tote and turned to Danny. “Don’t you have two of these?”

Danny nodded in response. “Yup. There’s another one under the tarp. Let’s fill them up and then come back out for more. I don’t want to run out if the power goes off. My big generator blew a gasket, and I haven’t picked up a new one yet. I forgot when I was in town this morning. The small generator is in the garage, but it isn’t much good at keeping the furnace going.”

“Have you got candles?” Marnie asked.

“Yes. I’ve got hurricane lamps in the cellar and a couple of LED lanterns down there too.”

“Quit yacking and let’s get the wood and get back inside. It’s freakin’ cold out here!” Tom stomped off toward the woodpile.

Tater and Dickens nosed around the snow and finally found their favorite spots. Danny handed Marnie Dickens’s lead, and Marnie took the dogs back into the cabin. She went back out to help gather wood for the fire as Danny and Tom pushed through the door with two full totes.

“Hang on, Marnie. We’ll go with you,” Danny said. “I think that we should all stick together. Our past adventures make me agree with Tom – safety in numbers.”

She leaned against the big door and waiting for them to unload the totes. Tom took his to the kitchen and Danny stayed in the living room, stacking the logs neatly as he removed each from the tote. Marnie grinned. The detective was a bit of a neat freak – something she found endearing and mildly annoying at the same time. She could hear Tom dumping the tote on the kitchen floor – she knew he would go back and stack the logs later, but his approach was quite different to Danny’s.

Tom strode into the living room winging the empty tote. “C’mon. Let’s get the rest and get back inside. That weather is not fit for polar bears.”

Satisfied that the logs were stacked neatly, Danny grabbed up his tote and headed for the door with a scowl directed at his partner. “You just dumped the logs in the kitchen, didn’t you?”

“Yes, sir, I did. I’ll stack them when we come back in,” he replied with a shrug.

“It’s not worth an argument, guys. C’mon!” Marnie pulled open the door and stepped out onto the veranda. She startled and grabbed Danny’s arm. “Did you see that?” she whispered loudly.

“See what?” Danny asked looking in the direction where Marnie pointed.

“Swear to God, someone just ran around the corner of the cabin. Over there! By the wood pile!”

Danny clenched is jaw. “I didn’t see any one. Are you sure?”

“Yeah. I’m sure. I know I saw someone – and it was a person.”

Tom scoffed nervously. “Living or dead?”

Marnie glared at him. “You know damn well that I can’t always tell the difference between a living person and a spirit. I do know that I have felt like we’re being watched. That I am sure of!”

“Sorry, Marn. You know I joke about things that make me uncomfortable. Have you got a loony client that may be keeping tabs on you? You know, stalking you?”

Marnie’s face reddened with anger and she rolled her hands into fists. “Thomas Keller! My clients aren’t loony!”

Holding his hands in front of him as a sign of surrender, Tom backed away. He didn’t want to be within striking distance if she decided to take a swing. She had never hit him, but there was always a first.

Danny gently placed a hand on her shoulder. “Okay. Let’s all try to stay calm. Marnie, you know that you do have some… uh…-challenging clients. You’re a psychologist – of course you are dealing with mentally ill people who may…” She cut him off midsentence.

“Why does it have to be one of my clients? Have either of you recently had one of your loonies get out on parole? Or escape? You’re cops! Who did you piss off?”

Danny frowned and shook his head at Tom before he could say something to make things worse. “Let’s just get the wood and get back inside. Okay?”

Marnie nodded tightly and then screwed her face up at Tom before stomping off to gather the wood. As she approached the woodpile, a loud squawk echoed from the branches of the tree above. She glanced up just as a large crow fluttered its wings and flew off – dusting her face with snow. She burst in giggles and turned to face her friends. The two men could not help but break into laughter.

“Oh! My! Goodness!” Marnie exclaimed with a fit of giggles. “That crow scared the bejesus out of me and I think that I scare the bejesus of him.” She continued to giggle as snow melted down her face.

Danny crossed the short distance and used his scarf to wipe the snow from her hair and face. Tom bent and gathered up a handful of snow and expertly made a snowball. Marnie alerted Danny, “Incoming!” as she dove for cover. Danny turned abruptly and took the full force of the snowball to his chest. Marnie returned fire and hit Tom in the forehead. Dazed by the blow, he didn’t see the next white missile fired at him by Danny.

He threw up his arms in surrender. “Hey! Two against one isn’t fair!” In reply to his objection, two snowballs hit him simultaneously: one hitting him in the chest – the other in the head.

“It’s true, you know. Maybe you should sit this one out, Ms. Reilly. Let me sort him out,” Danny teased as a snowball spun past him and hit Marnie in the arm.

Eyebrow raised, she replied, “It appears that Detective Keller isn’t interested in a fair fight. He just surrendered – and yet, he has returned fire.”

“We should take him out then, shouldn’t we?” Danny replied.

“We should!” Marnie bent to scoop up another handful of snow.

“C’mon! That’s it! This time I really do surrender! I’ve got snow melting down my shirt and into jeans. I am out!” Tom held up his hands.

“Ha-ha! We beat you!” Danny proclaimed.

“Let’s get the firewood and get back inside. I’m cold and hungry,” Tom grouped.

Marnie held her right hand up to her forehead – her thumb pointing straight to the left and her index finger extended up.

“Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. I’m a loser,” Tom conceded – his face flushed. He shivered and picked up the canvas tote and stomped to the woodpile.

Danny clapped him on the back. “Next time, mano a mano.”

Tom grudgingly nodded in agreement. Marnie rolled her eyes and filled the second tote. Danny reached for it, but she brushed him away. “Fill up your arms, Detective. We don’t want to have to come back out here tonight.” She visibly shivered – not a cold shiver – a spooked shiver. She moved her eyes toward the lake and Danny understood. Two shadowy figures ducked out of sight behind a pine tree.

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“Do you think that they saw us?” the man asked the woman.

“Most likely,” she replied with frown.

“What about Tom? Do you think he saw us?” he asked.

The woman laughed. “No! He was too busy worrying about his ego.  Silly man,” she replied with a titter.

The man joined her in laughter. “We should go back up onto the veranda to see what they are doing. The others have the back covered. Once they have all fallen asleep, we can make our move.”

She nodded in agreement and then pondered her response. “What about the dogs? Won’t they alert them?”

“I’ll take care of the dogs. They won’t be a problem,” the man replied with a stiff nod.

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Marnie opened the oven door and breathed in the aroma of beef stew. She pulled on a pair of oven mitts and removed a cast iron Dutch oven.  Placing the stew on the table, he called out, “Who’s hungry?”

Tater and Dickens kept watch over the forest while Danny, Tom and Marnie ate a chucky stew of beef, carrots, mushrooms and baby potatoes with generous sides of steamed broccoli and sourdough rolls slathered with butter. The chatter over dinner was easy – comfortable – but the three friends did glance to the glass doors each time Tater or Dickens grumbled.

Tom’s eyes were bigger than his belly when pushed his chair away from the table. “Marn, that was fantastic!  I couldn’t eat another forkful! What’s for dessert?”

Danny pushed his chair back in unison with Marnie. “How could you possibly eat dessert now?” Marnie puffed out her cheeks. “I am stuffed!”

“He’s a bottomless pit. I’ve watched him eat three bear claws in one sitting. Makes me want to vomit!” Danny stood, stretched and walked to the back door. “What do you think, Tater?” He leaned down and scratched Tater’s ears. The Border Collie glanced up and then leaned against Danny’s leg. “What’s the matter, pal?”

Tater whimpered and pressed his nose against the glass. Dickens let out a tiny woof and bounced forward. Putting a paw on the window, Tater let out a long, hushed “a-rooh”, and then sat – ears perked up, tail wagging.

Marnie pulled a face, stood and then joined Danny and the dogs at the doors. “That was a weird noise, Tater. What’s wrong, buddy?”  He glanced up at his mistress – his mouth closed tight – no smile, which is quite unusual for Tater.

“Who do think it is, Danny?” Marnie leaned her shoulder into his. She followed his steely blue gaze to a large hickory tree. “Did you see something?”

He shook his head. “You know, on a night like tonight with the snow and wind – and the clouds moving so fast, our eyes are probably just playing tricks on us. Stormy nights can do that.” He shrugged and turned away from the window.

As Marnie turned to follow him, a loud boom echoed through the cabin – and then the power flickered – once, twice – three times and then darkness surrounded them. Turning back to the windows, her breath caught. Two shadowy figures quickly passed by the glass and disappeared down the steps.  Tail tidily tucked between his back legs, Dickens yelped and ran under the table – overturning a bar stool as he raced past the island.  The trees swayed violently in the winter wind, and Marnie jumped back as a gust of wind hurled a tree branch into the windows with a deafening thunk. Danny and Tom raced to her side. Tater’s ears flattened against his head – and a low growl crescendoed into a snarling, ferocious bark.

Marnie wheeled around to face the detectives. Her face drained of color and her hauntingly beautiful eyes wide; she sank to the floor, wrapped her arms around Tater, and mumbled into his neck, “Here comes the storm.”   

Tom shuddered. “Ah! Geez, Marn! Don’t say that! Every time you say that something bad happens.”

Danny knelt down next to her, and gently pulled her away from Tater. “Marnie, everything is okay. It was just a tree branch. The wind is giving us all a case of the willies.”

She shook her head. “It’s not just the wind and you know it.”

He gave her a hug. “C’mon! Our minds are playing tricks on us – and we’re shell-shocked from unpleasant goings on out in those woods in the past. We’ll get some candles and lanterns, and then we’ll sit by the fire.” He turned to Tom. “Let’s grab a flashlight and go to the cellar. I’m not going to bother with the generator. I don’t think the power will be out for long.” Danny rose to his feet and held out his hand for Marnie. “Let’s get you and the pups in by the fire.”

Marnie nodded a bit grudgingly, reached out her hand and got to her feet. Tater and Dickens trotted past them and raced for their favorite spots on the hearth. Tom stood impatiently by the cellar door,  Maglite in hand.

In the living room, Danny peeked out to see what he could see, and then pulled the curtains closed. “Let’s conserve heat. I doubt that there’s a draft – but just to be sure.”

Marnie raised an eyebrow in Danny’s direction. “Draft? Humph!”

While the detectives were gathering candles and lamps, she busied herself stoking the fire, and fluffed the pillows on the couch next to the fireplace.

“What do you two think?” Marnie cocked her head at Tater and Dickens who had settled onto the warm hearth. Dickens mumbled an unintelligible Border Collie offering, but Tater stared into her eyes. His unblinking and steady gaze told her that he had seen what she had. “I’ve never known a person or a spirit to duck into the shadows if they mean no harm. Have you, Tater?” Tater dropped his chin onto his front paws and sighed – his eyes never leaving contact with Marnie’s. “Are you just upset because I’m upset, or do you think that I should be upset? Sorry if my energy is upsetting you, Tater.”

Tater lifted his head, glanced over her shoulder and smiled. Marnie furrowed her brow and turned around quickly. There was no one there – living or dead. She turned back to Tater. “What does that mean, Tater? Why are you smiling?”

“Maybe he heard Santa’s sleigh bells,” Tom suggested with a smirk, as he walked into the living room carrying a box of church candles – a lantern balancing atop the box. Behind him, Danny carried two hurricane lamps – which he gently set on the coffee table. He dug into his shirt pocket and produced two boxes of safety matches.

Tossing one box to Marnie, he said, “If you could light this one, I’ll take the other into the kitchen.”

Marnie removed the glass chimney from the lamp and set it aside. She struck a match and smiled. “Oh how I love the smell of sulfur in the evening!” She lit the hurricane lamp, adjusted the wick and replaced the chimney. The lamplight produced shadows throughout the great room. Marnie shivered and then found her favorite seat by the fireplace – a big, buttery leather overstuffed chair with a red plaid stadium blanket draped of the back. She sat, tucking her feet under her, and pulled the blanket around her shoulders and did her best to relax. Tom settled in on the couch opposite her and stretched his longs legs out on top of the coffee table. Marnie leaned forwarded and stuck her finger into a hole in the bottom of one of his socks.

“You better hope Santa is bringing you socks,” she giggled.

“I haven’t gotten socks for Christmas since I was a teenager. I have to buy my own now, hence, the condition of the ones I’m wearing,” Tom laughed.

“Does anyone want a drink? Coffee, tea, hot toddy?” Danny called from the kitchen.

“Irish coffee!” Marnie called back.

“Make that two!” Tom chimed in.

“We’ll make it three!” Danny called back. He returned a few minutes later with a tray of steaming Irish coffees.

“Hey, Marn, where are those cookies you mentioned earlier.” Tom glanced around the room searching for said cookies.

“The cookies are in a picnic basket in the kitchen. If you want the cookies, go get them.”

Tom was off the couch and headed for the kitchen before Marnie could finish her sentence. He returned a few minutes later with a peanut butter cookie in one hand and the basket in the other. He handed the basket to Danny who, after careful consideration, selected a molasses cookie. Danny handed the basket to Marnie – she set it on the coffee table.

“I don’t know how you two can still be eating after that dinner. I am full!”

Tom patted his stomach and shrugged. “Growing boys.”

Danny stood by the front windows peering through the curtains. “We’ll work off the dinner and cookies shoveling snow in the morning. It’s piling up fast!”

“In that case, give me that basket! There was some peanut butter fudge calling my name.” Tom reached for the basket, and glanced up at Marnie. “Do you remember when your mother would make us taffy on snow?”

Her eyes lit up. “Oh, my gosh! Yes! I love taffy on snow! We should make that some time.”

Danny plopped down on the couch next to Tom, and picked up an Irish coffee. He took a large sip and smacked his lips. “Oh, that’s good! What’s taffy on snow?”

“Mom would boil maple syrup down and then pour it over a pot of fresh snow. The syrup would get all gooey and cold. We would sit there with forks and devour it!” 

“She usually made it on snow days from school or after we’d been ice skating on the pond,” Tom added.

“And Dad would tell us not to get the yellow snow when we’d go out to fill the pot,” Marnie replied with a laugh.

“It sounds like your folks were great parents,” Danny commented.

Marnie nodded – her eyes tearing up. “I am so very lucky that they gave me such wonderful memories. I think of them and miss them every day, but my memories of them are so special.”

Tom nodded. “Yeah, they were.” He turned to Danny. “Did Marnie ever tell you about her father getting on the roof on Christmas Eve?”

Danny made a half frown, half smirk face and shook his head. “No. I can’t say that I’ve heard about that.”

Marnie sat up quickly. Talking about her parents and Christmas was one of her favorite things. “Well. One year I refused to go to bed. I told my parents that I was going to stay up so that I could have cookies and milk with Santa, and that I was going to feed carrots to the reindeers. My parents told me that Santa wouldn’t visit us if I was still awake, but I insisted. Anyway, Dad snuck away and called Mr. Keller, who called Dad right back with some made up emergency so that he could get out of the house.  Dad went out to the garage, found my grandfather’s old set of sleigh bells, and then he went up the roof. He stomped around and shook the sleigh bells so that I would go to bed.”  Marnie giggled. “Gosh! I haven’t thought about that night in years!”

“You were a wicked little girl, Marnie Reilly!” Danny laughed. “So, did you go to bed?”

She nodded and then took a sip of her Irish coffee. “It was my brother who finally convinced me to go to bed. He told me that if Santa didn’t come visit because I was being stubborn, he wouldn’t take me sledding because Santa wouldn’t bring me a new sled if I was naughty.” Marnie took a deep breath. “Wow! Do you know that I still have that sled?”

Danny laughed. “So you did go to bed.”

“I did!” she replied with a laugh.

Danny and Tom both loved to watch Marnie when she spoke of her parents. She was typically quite animated – but more so when reminiscing about her family.

“What I remember most about that Christmas though was the beautiful, carved wooden carousel that Santa left for me. Of course, I found out years later that my father had made it. It was so beautiful. Tom, do you remember that?” Marnie asked, turning to Tom.

“I do remember it. It was a music box, right? I don’t remember what song it played though.”

“It was a music box. It played Galway Bay. My Papa Jack sang it to me when he tucked me in at night. Dad and Mom searched everywhere for the movement for the music box. Mr. O’Malley from the jewelry store found it for them three days before Christmas. I have pictures of it somewhere.” She rested her chin in her hand – sadness etching her forehead and eyes.

Danny frowned. “You don’t still have it?”

Marnie shook her head. “Nope. It was on my bedside table for a long time. I wound it up every night and fell asleep listening to it. One day it was there – then it wasn’t. We looked everywhere, but we couldn’t find it.”

Tom sat up and took a drink from his mug. “I remember joining the search party. We look for an entire day – inside, outside, the garage – even the treehouse.”

Marnie shrunk back in her chair. “Anyway, Papa Jack told me that if the music box was truly meant for me, it would find its way back to me someday.”

Danny nodded knowingly. “My grandmother told me that when some things went missing after my wife Sara died. That first Christmas without her was horrible. Gram encouraged me to put up a Christmas tree. She said that Sara would have wanted me to celebrate the season. I thought it couldn’t make my mood any worse than it already was, so I went to my storage unit to get our decorations. You see, I had sold our house and was building this cabin when the holidays rolled around. It was just one big room – this room is the original cabin. The fireplace was here then too. So anyway, as I said, I went to the storage unit, but the decorations weren’t there. I couldn’t figure it out. Some of my mother’s ornaments were missing too. I always thought that the Christmas things had simply been misplaced when I moved out of the house. I thought that maybe I had taken boxes to Gram’s – but I hadn’t. I still don’t know what happened to those boxes.” Danny waved a hand at the tree. “None of these ornaments have sentimental meaning to me. The others – my mother’s and Sara’s and mine – those had a story. I miss the star at the top of the tree the most. That’s why I don’t have a topper on my tree. Nothing could replace the star that my mother gave me. ” Danny gazed into the fire – wondering what could have possibly happened to his treasured mementos.

“What about you, Tom? Any Christmas memories to share?” Marnie asked. “Now that Danny and I are all bummed out, maybe you have a good story.” Marnie half smiled.

Tom shook his head. “Afraid not. I had an idyllic childhood – except when my sister Annie died. That wasn’t so good. That was awful. I do remember that first Christmas without her. Mom and Dad tried to make it special, but without Annie it was weird. Lonely, you know?” Tom rested his head against the back of the couch and stared up at the ceiling. “I sometimes wonder if she knew how much I loved her.” He sat up, glanced at the fire, and then toward Marnie. “I did put my teddy bear in her casket so that she wouldn’t be alone.”

Marnie nodded sympathetically, sat forward and gently rubbed his knee. “You did tell me that.”

“I didn’t know that you had a sister?” Danny remarked with a touch of shock and hurt in his voice.

Tom simply nodded, stood and went to add a log to the fire.

“Well, aren’t we a sad, sad bunch,” Marnie commented grimly. She slapped the arm of her chair and stood. “Danny, have you got a radio? We could listen to the Christmas channel and fill this room with happy music,” Marnie suggested.

“Uh. Yeah. I have one in my den. It’s for emergencies, but I do believe that this constitutes an emergency.”

Marnie nodded. “It’s a Christmas spirit emergency! We need a little Christmas! Now!”

Danny got up and went in search of his radio while Marnie and Tom made more Irish coffees.

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“Here they come!” the man said to the women. “Get back! Don’t let them see you! I was hoping they would have fallen asleep by now.”

“What are we going to do about, Tom?” the man asked the woman with whom he had travelled.

“I don’t know. We’ll think of something,” she replied rubbing her forehead.

“How much longer do you think they will be awake? This is dragging on far too long!” one of the other women asked.

“Do you have somewhere else to be?” the man asked, cocking his head. “No? Well, be patient.” His tone was a bit gruff, but he too wanted to finish what they had come here to do. Patience was important in these types of situations. You have to wait for the right moment. Move in too soon, and the whole operation is in jeopardy.

The woman bristled and then peeked into the kitchen to see where Danny, Marnie and Tom were. She saw the latter two making coffee. She darted away from the glass when Danny returned to the kitchen – he walked right past the doors. He turned for a moment – perhaps he had seen her – then he continued to the table where Marnie and Tom stood making drinks.

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“Do you know which station has Christmas music, Marnie?” Danny asked, handing her the radio.

“Hmm… Yes.” She fiddled with the stations and finally tuned into the correct channel. “There we go!” She smiled as “Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas” melodiously flowed through the tiny radio.

They returned to the living room to find Tater and Dickens poking their heads through the curtains at the front of the cabin. The fur stood up on Tater’s back and Dickens simply whimpered. Danny raced to the window and looked out. “Ha-ha! There’s a possum on the porch helping himself to the suet feeder. I filled the feeder earlier today.” He reached down and smoothed out Tater’s coat. “It’s okay, buddy. The possum is allowed to eat the suet. He probably needs a bit of fuel to keep warm tonight.” Danny gave Tater’s ears a scratch, patted Dickens on the backside, and then returned to the fire. Sitting on the couch, he yawned and glanced at the clock on the mantle. “It’s nearly midnight and I’m fading fast. Are we camping out down here by the fire? Or are we going upstairs?”

Tom and Marnie glanced at one another. “Let’s camp out down here where it’s warm,” Marnie replied.

“Safety in numbers! Think about every scary movie you’ve ever been to see. They die when they separate,” Tom added with an uncomfortable chuckle.

Danny grumbled something inaudible under his breath, nodded and pushed himself up off the couch. “Okay. For the scaredy cats in the group, I’ll go upstairs and get some pillows and blankets.”

Glancing at one another again, Marnie and Tom jumped up from their seats. In unison, they yelled, “We’ll come with you!”

Flashlight in hand, Danny led the way up the open staircase to the second floor of the cabin – Marnie and Tom followed closely behind with Dickens and Tater taking up the rear. Danny stopped, turned around and then shook his head. Marnie ran into him she was following so closely.

“Oops,” she said grinning sheepishly up at him.

Danny grinned and shook his head. “I get Tom being all jittery, but you, Marnie, you’re not afraid of anything.”

Marnie shrugged. “I’m remembering a night not so long ago when someone tried to get into the cabin. It was a night a lot like this – snow, wind…” She shivered. “You haven’t forgotten the skylight incident, have you?”

Shaking his head, Danny continued ascending the stairs. “No. I haven’t forgotten. I was trying to forget – but thanks for placing that image firmly back in my head.”

~~~~~~~~~~

“Look! We can see in here now! The dogs moved the curtain just enough that we can see in!” said one woman excitedly.

“Where are they?” asked one of the other woman.

“Upstairs. They’ve all gone upstairs,” came the reply.

“Finally!” said the man. “I’ll be right back. I have to see what the boss has to report.”

“The boss?” asked one of the women.

The man frowned slightly. “You know. The boss – the one who sent us here.”

“Oh!” all three women replied in unison.

~~~~~~~~~~

 Carrying blankets and pillows, they marched down the stairs. Tater and Dickens followed – each carrying one of Danny’s slippers.

Danny stopped short – Marnie ran into him – and Tom into her. “Did you hear that?” Danny asked, shining the flashlight up at the vaulted ceiling.

Marnie glanced up and then looked at Tom – who was staring straight up – his Adam’s apple bobbing.

“Sh! It sounds like someone is on the roof,” Danny said just as Tater and Dickens dropped the slippers and ran back up the stairs.

Tater stood at the top – ears up, head cocked to one side. Dickens raced up and down the hall grumbling and whining.

“Dickens, settle!” Marnie called out. Dickens stopped running, sat and waited for instruction.

“Maybe it was ice sliding off the roof,” Danny suggested.

“It’s too cold,” Tom replied.

“I have heat tape up there to thaw the ice,” Danny responded.

“There’s no electricity. Power’s out,” Tom responded.

“Good point.” Danny ran his fingers through his wavy hair – the beam of the flashlight casting shadows across the ceiling.  He offered Marnie the pillows and blankets he was carrying in the crook of his arm. “Can you take these downstairs? I’m going to check the skylight.”

“No way! We’re all going together!” Marnie argued.

“Yeah. Safety in numbers,” he mumbled.

They dropped the pillows and blankets and all ran to the attic door.

“What in the hell are we doing? If the skylight wasn’t locked, someone could be in the attic,” Tom said – an edge of fear in his voice. “Two police detectives, and not a gun between us. Mine’s downstairs on the mantle. Where’s your gun, Danny?”

“Locked in the strong box in my den,” he replied – fingers find their place in his wavy hair once again.

“There’s no one in the attic,” Marnie said quietly – her eyes closed.

“Who are you talkin’ to?” Tom asked nudging her.

She opened her eyes and raised an eyebrow at him. “I was just calling in a bit of help – that’s all.”

“Hmm… the psychic psychologist to the rescue,” Tom taunted.

“Hmm… my psychism has saved your ass a few times, Tom Keller!” she retorted.

“C’mon, you two. Knock it off! Marnie, you think it’s okay to go in? The coast is clear?” Danny asked.

Marnie gave a curt nod.

Danny eased the door open, peeked in and then directed the beam of the flashlight up at the skylight. “It’s locked. I can see the latch from here.” He turned to Marnie. “No faces peering in at us like last time.” He glanced up again.

The brightest light any of them had ever seen shot through the snow-filled clouds and seemed to land on the roof of the cabin.

“Holy crap!” Tom shouted as he jumped back a step.

“What was that?” Marnie asked – mouth agape – aquamarine eyes wide.

Danny shook his head. “Wow! I haven’t got a clue! I’ve seen shooting stars, flares, you name it, but that… that… I have no idea what that was.”

“You gettin’ any divine guidance on this one, Marn? Anyone up there talking to you?” Tom teased as he pointed up and nudged her with his elbow.

She gave him a light shove and frowned up at him. “No. No one is telling me anything.” She closed her eyes again – focused – opened her eyes, and then held up her hands in surrender. “I’ve got nothin’.”

Danny put a hand gently on the middle of Marnie’s back. “C’mon. Let’s go downstairs. I’ll see if I have phone service and find out what that was.”

~~~~~~~~~~

The man returned to the veranda with a large duffle bag and another woman. “We’re ready to go as soon as they are asleep. Are they still awake?”

The woman he had travelled with, nodded. “Yes. They went upstairs and then came back down with pillows and blankets. We’re going to have to wait. We have to finish this tonight. It is too important. They have all deserved this for a long time.”

“Hmm… Never mind. We can wait,” the man replied. He pointed to the fourth woman. “We’ve been sent help.” He nodded his head to the newest member of the group.

“We’ll wait,” said the other two women – nodding in agreement.

~~~~~~~~~~

Danny checked his phone for information about the flash of light, but he had no service. Tom and Marnie checked their phones. No one had service.  Danny placed two more logs on the fire and then helped Tom move the coffee table so that they could set up camp. Tater and Dickens took up their usual posts on the hearth. Both were snoring in no time. Marnie spread out a large quilt on the floor in front of the fireplace. She tossed a wool blanket and a pillow onto the couch. “Tom, you’re taking the couch, right?”

“Yeah. I’ll leave the little love nest to you two.” He waved a hand at the cozy quilt, pillows and blankets spread out on the floor.

“Are you sure you don’t want to snuggle with me?” Danny teased.

“No. Spooning with you isn’t high on my list.” Tom glowered at him.

“What about me?” Marnie asked with a smirk. “You don’t want to snuggle with me either?”

“No! We slept in your tree house enough when we were kids for me to know that you kick in your sleep!” Tom rolled his eyes and sat on the couch to take off his shoes.

Danny hugged Marnie. “You don’t kick me. You snore a little, but you’ve never kicked me.”

“Ha! Daniel Gregg! I do not snore!”

“Yes, you do!” both men replied in unison.

“Oh! Go to sleep!” Marnie threw a pillow at Tom and then sat down on the floor. She pulled off her boots and tossed them behind her.

“Should we turn off the radio?” Danny asked.

Marnie shook her head. “No. I’d like to fall asleep to the music. You have more batteries, right?”

“Yeah. I have more batteries.” He kissed the top of Marnie’s head, and then settled back onto the quilt and a pillow.

Marnie scooted closer and rested her head on Danny’s chest. “Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas,” he replied.

“No funny business down there,” Tom said as his head hit his pillow.

“Shut up, Tom!” Danny and Marnie replied in unison.

~~~~~~~~~~

The man and three women watched through the window as the detectives and Marnie drifted off to sleep. The dogs rested comfortably on the hearth – the little one on his back with his legs in the air – the big one with his head resting on his mistress’s foot.

“Let’s go. They’re asleep,” said the man.

“What about the dogs?” asked one of the women.

“They’ll be fine. I’ll make sure of it,” replied the man.

They slipped through the front door of the cabin with ease and quietly set about their business.

One of the women stood over Marnie – watching her sleep.

The man waved to the woman – he placed a finger to his lips and did a shoo motion. She nodded grimly and slid away.

When they finished the job that they had come to do, they quietly slipped back out again.

~~~~~~~~~~

Marnie rolled onto her back and stretched. Tater stood next to her staring into her face. Danny stirred a moment later – he stretched, yawned and saw Dickens standing next to him – staring into his face.

He rolled on his side to face Marnie. “Why do they do that? It’s creepy.”

She shrugged and giggled. “I don’t know. They’ve both always done that.” She propped herself up on her elbow, and threw a pillow at Tom.

The pillow jerked him awake. “What? What?” He sat up, rubbed his eyes and threw the pillow back hitting Marnie in the face. “Merry Christmas!” he mumbled.

“Merry Christmas,” Marnie replied with a giggle, as she kicked the blankets away and got to her feet. She glanced around the living room. “What in the holy hell?”

Danny quickly sat up. “What’s wrong?” He got to his feet. Mouth agog, he scanned the living room. He reached down and nudged Tom. “You gotta see this!”

Sitting atop the coffee table were a carved, wooden carousel, a book, a card, and a teddy bear. Danny turned to the Christmas tree – which was adorned with ornaments that had not been on the tree last night. His eyes traveled up the tree to the bright, shining star at the top of the tree.

“The ornaments! My missing ornaments!” Danny stood pointing to the tree. “And the star! That’s the star that my mother gave me!”

Marnie knelt down next to the coffee table. She picked up the carousel and wound up the key. She set it back on the table – she watched and listened as the horses moved up and down to the sweet tune of Galway Bay. She blinked back tears and looked up at Danny. “What’s going on?”

Tom reached for the teddy bear. “This can’t be!” he mumbled. He turned the bear over to look for the tag – but there wasn’t one. There was, however, a name on the bear. Embroidered on the bear’s backside was the name “Annie” in red stitching. He turned the bear’s backside toward Marnie. “Look at the name of the bear!”

She leaned in and inspected the bear. Raising an eyebrow, she took a step back. “What is going on?” Turning back to the table, she picked up the book. She stared at the cover. Holding it up so that Danny and Tom could read the title, she commented, “Well, we know that this can’t end well. Anytime a book by Robert Frost is left for me, something terrible always happens.”

“Marn, look at that. There’s a bookmark,” Tom said, pointing to the bookmark.

She stared down at the book as if it would bite, and then opened the book to the marked page. She read aloud,

“Dust of Snow by Robert Frost

The way a crow

Shook down on me

The dust of snow

From a hemlock tree

Has given my heart

A change of mood

And saved some part

Of a day I had rued.”

Danny frowned. “That happened to you last night. That very thing happened last night!”

Marnie nodded, and then quickly set the book on the table. “I’m confused. How could someone come into the cabin while were sleeping – not disrupt Tater and Dickens – not wake one of us. How is that possible?” Marnie turned to Tater and Dickens who were wagging their tails happily. Each had a new tennis ball and box of fish flavored dog biscuits sitting beside them.

“This isn’t happening!” Tom shouted. “How could this be happening?” He waved his hands in the air, and then he spotted the card on the table. He snatched it up and opened it. He shook his head. “You are not going to believe this!” He handed the card to Marnie.

Danny stood over her shoulder as she read the card.

“You have been visited by five ghosts of Christmases past. Remember that you are all loved and that precious mementos always find their way home. We hope and pray that the spirit of Christmas will stay with you always and forever.”

Marnie glanced up from the card – her face devoid of color. She held out the card to Tom. “This is my mother’s handwriting. Look at it!”

Tom took the card and inspected the writing. “It can’t be.”

“Where’s my bag?” Marnie turned in a circle searching the room for her handbag.

“It’s on the pool table,” Danny replied – he was halfway across the room. He snatched it up and handed it to her.

She rummaged through her bag, pulled out her wallet and searched through the compartments. “Here! Look at this! It’s the card that she and Dad gave me when I graduated high school. Look at it!” She waggled the envelope in front of the detectives.

Danny carefully opened the card. He inspected each card carefully and then frowned. “It looks like the same handwriting, that’s for sure.”

“My mother was here last night! How could I have not known that she was here?”

“Maybe you weren’t supposed to know!” Danny said.

Marnie picked up the book. “Look at this book! This is a book that my father had on his boat when it sunk. He always had this book with him in the galley. I gave it to him for his birthday. It’s the same book!”

“No it’s not,” Tom took the book and opened it. Danny peered over his shoulder, and Marnie held onto his arm and read the flyleaf.  

“Happy birthday, Dad. I love you to the moon and back x 10.”

Beneath the inscription was another note.

“Merry Christmas, Marnie. I love you to heaven and back x 1000.”

Danny ran his fingers through his hair. “Five ghosts. Marnie’s mother. Marnie’s father…” He held up his hand and counted off on his fingers. “Tom’s sister…”

Marnie put a finger to Danny’s ring finger and then his thumb. “Your wife and your mother.”

“But they didn’t leave me a note. Why wouldn’t they leave me a note?” he asked sadly.

Tom took Danny by the shoulders and turned him toward the Christmas tree. “Uh… They kinda did.”

“Yeah. They kinda did, huh.” Danny stared up at the tree. “That light we saw last night. I wonder if it was the star?”

“I think that’s pushin’ it a bit, don’t you?” Tom scoffed.

“No. I don’t think it’s pushing it. If Marnie’s parents can write her messages, why can’t that light have been my star?” Danny glowered.

“I think it was,” Marnie chimed in. “I think that light was quite definitely Danny’s star.” She put her hand on Danny’s arm, leaned up and kissed his cheek.

“Let’s make coffee – and get something to eat. I’m starving!” Tom grumbled.

“You two go ahead. I want to take Tater and Dickens out first,” Marnie replied.

She pulled on her boots and coat, clipped Tater and Dickens’s leads onto their collars, and then stepped out onto the veranda. She paused when she saw footprints – heavy boot prints that tracked from the lake up onto the veranda. She tipped her head to one side and raised an eyebrow. Hmm… Spirits don’t leave footprints.

-The End?-

Divine Guidance Review

Divine Guidance Book Review 12/27/21

The following book review of Divine Guidance was written by the talented Helen Aitchison, author of the The Dinner Club – which will be released in March 2022 by Cahill Davis Publishing, Berkshire, UK. This review was published on goodreads on December 27, 2021.


…a book written with skill, knowledge and heart.

Helen Aitchison, author of The Dinner Club

This is the type of book that tells so much more than a story. It tells of a character that has a great soul and personality that a reader can’t help but think of someone who the protagonist reminds them of.

From personality traits to behaviours, Marnie Reilly is a wonderful character. Honest, bold, compassionate, intuitive and someone who wants to nurture others. Her love for her dog, Tater, her baking and her psychic abilities drew me in almost immediately.

The other characters had endearing qualities that helped knit the story together nicely, with an injection of deviance and danger from a serial killer on the loose.

With a back story of loss, buried emotions and clairvoyance abilities, Marnie is protected by a police team, and becomes part of a hunt for a killer at large. As relationships develop and the plot thickens, we are taken on a journey of excitement, risk, suspense, humour and friendship.

Tater the dog is a beautiful touch to a book written with skill, knowledge and heart. Brilliant! I’m looking forward to the second instalment and more from this amazing writer. Highly recommended.

Helen Aitchison, Author of The Dinner Club