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Friday, July 24, 2015

Finding Lizzy Smith, the First Kate Nash Mystery





My friend Wanda Fittro read my new mystery Finding Lizzy Smith.
She gave me the best compliment a sleuth can have: "I didn't figure it out and the twist at the end was great." Okay, that might not be the exact quote but it is close.
I have been developing, Kate Nash. for a long time. She is my protaganist in Finding Lizzy Smith, the first Kate Nash mystery.
Kate began as a St. Louis homicide detective but quit because her husband was murdered. Kate found herself having so much empathy for the victims families, it hampered her ability to investage the crimes. 
Seven years ago, she and a friend, Amy Perkin, opened a private investagation firm. They were an instant success.
Kate's husband, Michael, and two of her best friends are murdered and one clue at each scene ties the deaths together.
Now, famous artist and friend, Lizzy Smith is missing.
In a series of twists, turns and funny side cases, Kate, her dearest friend and budding love interest, and Amy finally find Lizzy.
You wont believe what actually happened.
Below is Chapter One of Finding Lizzy Smith. Hope you enjoy it.



Finding Lizzy Smith
Chapter One 

The red dot lingered a bit too long on my left breast or I wouldn’t have seen it in the morning sun. In one awkward movement, I jumped, ducked and rolled, ending under the bench where I sat a moment ago. A shot rang out hitting the concrete seat above my head.

“Breathe, Kate, breathe. You’re a detective, you can handle this.” I told myself. My heart beat in my ears. I took a deep breath to calm myself. Jeez, I needed to move. The closest tree looked about thirty yards away.  The laser sight danced around my knee and lower leg, the only part of me not squished out of sight. As small as I am, I couldn’t maneuver any further under the seat.

Someone ran toward me from behind. The laser dot disappeared.

“It’s me. Let’s get out of here.” Ryan Meade ducked down behind me.

 No longer afraid, I let him help me. Together we ran to the nearest tree.

“What’s going on?” He asked.

“Someone shot at me.” I tried to catch my breath and still answer him.

I saw the look of concern on his face.  “Any idea who or why?”

“No. How far are we from your house?”

 “Quarter of a mile at the most. Think you can make it?”

“I’m not hurt, just scared.”  Another shot rang out. It hit the tree below my left hand. The bark exploded and knicked me below my left eye.  Whoever the shooter turned out to be, they either didn’t want to kill me or couldn’t handle the gun.

Ryan took my hand, and we ran full speed. His stride doubled mine so he half- dragged and pulled me along with him.  We zigzagged from tree to bush until we got to the house.

About twenty yards from the garage door, it began to open. He dived under the open door so hard I landed on top of him. He lowered the door. “Did you call the police?”

“No, I was too busy trying to live.” 

“I need to set the alarms and lock the doors.” I had let my body go limp on top of him. Unless I moved, he wasn’t going anywhere.

I rolled over on my back, into an empty space and concentrated on calming down.

Ryan went into the house.

A few minutes later, he walked back into the garage and sat cross-legged on the floor to catch his breath.  I moved over and sat up to lean on the truck behind me.

 “Why were you in the garden?”

“At three-fifteen this morning, I received a message from Lizzy. It said to meet her in your garden at 8 am. The message was marked urgent. I waited an hour and a half, during which time, I called, text and left umpteen messages. I didn’t get an answer.  I just started to leave when someone shot at me. Why were you there?”

He looked amused. “It’s my backyard. I run the jogging path every morning.”

  Meade Park is a public garden owned by the Meade Family Trust which Ryan inherited when his parents died. The park is about forty-five acres. You could enter from the Forest Park on the North or Ryan can get to it from his back yard on the South. It’s the biggest tract of privately owned land within the St. Louis city limits.

“Well, Lizzy’s not the type to make you worry unnecessarily. Any idea what’s up?”

“No, I thought I’d find out this morning when I met with her.  You spend more time with her than I do. When did you last speak to her?”

“A couple of days ago. She’s having a showing at my gallery downtown. We met for dinner to finalize the arrangements. She seemed fine. We were together for hours. I sure didn’t pick up on anything.” Ryan rubbed his hand over his handsome square jaw.

 “Did you see anyone on your run?”

“No. Most people don’t know about the jogging path and those who do prefer Forest Park. This area is pretty isolated.”

Ryan, Lizzy and I had been friends since we attended Northwestern, in Chicago together. Ryan, the orphaned rich kid who treated us like family, Lizzy the art prodigy, and me, the woman who intended to clean up the streets of St. Louis single-handedly. Funny how things work out.

Of the original nine friends, there were seven left. My husband, Michael, died three years ago and Roomy Martin, two years ago. Ryan remained close to all of us, but he and Lizzy and he and I spent a lot of time together. Lizzy and I shared a room for three years in college, but we are as different as Hawaii and Alaska.

“Kate?”

Hearing my name brought me back. “Huh, Oh, I’m sorry. Just trying to figure it all out.”

“It’s time you called the police.”

“I’ll call Roger Simon.” Roger and I worked together when I wore a shield. He said he’d take the rooky when I came on the force. For the next six years, we fought crime, rescued people and locked up the bad guys.

Roger came quietly, no sirens or flashing lights to announce his arrival.  We walked him and a couple of his CSI crew back to the garden.  His men spread out. Roger stayed with Ryan and me to take our statements.

 “So your friend emailed you at three this morning?” Roger fished his notebook out of his jacket.

“She sent a text.”

“Do you still have that? I’d like to see it.”

 I showed it to him. Ryan walked around, stood behind him and read over his shoulder. When he handed the phone back he gave me the same speech I had given scared parents and grieving spouses a thousand times when I worked with him.

“Kate, it amounts to this: Anyone over the age of eighteen has a right to go anywhere they want with anyone they wish and they are not obligated to tell anyone about it.”

“I know, if they haven’t shown up in forty-eight hours the family can report them missing. At that time, they go in a stack with the hundreds of missing persons reports filed every month. Then a   detective, who is already overworked, gets the case. Did I cover it all?" I said.

 I found the entire process depressing and counter productive. To find a missing person, you needed to do it fast. The longer they are missing, the slimmer the chance of finding them unharmed. 

  Roger’s men found two .243 casings about two hundred yards from the bench I sat on, and found a slug in the tree we were hiding behind.   A .243 is a common hunting rifle with a range of almost a mile if you could figure the angle of the bullet drop, which most decent hunters could.  Not much hunting in the city, so this rifle represented something entirely different.

I kept scanning my body for the little red dot. The sun rode high in the sky now and a laser sight wouldn’t do anyone much good. It didn’t make me feel any better.

Roger tried to ease the fact he couldn’t help by giving us advice.

 “There aren’t many options right now.  You can check her apartment and usual hangouts, find out who she saw and talked to. If she hasn’t shown in forty- eight hours, I’ll put someone on the case. If you turn something up to make me think this a criminal case, call me. If she turns up, call me.  Otherwise, I’ll talk to you on Saturday. Feel free to use any of my resources you might need.

“As far as who shot at you, it’s hard to tell. We’re in one of the best neighborhoods in the city, but it is only two blocks from one of the worst. It might just be random and have nothing to do with your friend or you. Maybe you looked like a victim sitting alone in a park without a soul around.  You know better, Kate.”

I refused to let him make me feel like a helpless girl. I gave him my best flat-eyed stare, chin on chest, head down, eyes up, unblinking and unfriendly.

 “I‘d better head to the office. I’m sure my partner is ready to call out the National Guard. Oh, but she couldn’t do that for forty-eight hours, could she?”   I turned on my heel and headed to my car. I left it in the parking lot near the handball courts in Forest Park. I immediately felt bad about how I treated Roger. After all, he didn’t make the rules.

Ryan fell into step beside me.

 “Wait up, I’ll walk with you. Today I’ll drop by the gallery. Maybe someone has heard from Lizzy, or better yet, seen her. If I learn anything, I’ll call you.”

“Thanks.” I didn’t have anything to say. In times of stress, I liked to be alone to think. Sometimes things I didn’t realize happened in the moment came to me in the quiet of my office or the car. I felt bad again. After all, Ryan saved my life less than an hour ago. I could at least be civil.

We reached the parking lot and I looked around. The place didn’t have a parking space left. People were driving around in circles waiting for someone to leave. Was one of them the shooter?

Ryan broke into my thoughts.

“Kate, are you going to ignore me forever? Am I only going to have your attention on days you’re being shot at?”

“I’m sorry, Ryan, it isn’t you. You know that don’t you?”

“Yes, but it doesn’t make it any easier.”

“Time, Ryan, I need time.”

 

 


10 comments:

  1. I read your first book, Susan, and absolutely loved it. You have a knack for getting into the characters' emotions. This one looks like it's gonna be just as good. Can't wait for its release. I'm a fan.

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  2. Thanks Shirley. I find myself liking Kate Nash and waiting to see what she will do next in the 2nd Kate Nash mystery, still unnamed.

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  3. Congratulations on your first Kate Nash mystery, Susan. It sounds intriguing. I can't wait to read it!! Best of luck with this latest release.

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    1. Thanks Barb, I think Kate will be fun to follow.

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  4. Congratulations! It sounds interesting. Wish you all the best with the release.

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  5. I'm liking that Kate Nash! Keep up the good work.

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  6. Will be waiting until I can read the rest of this book. Do you have a release date yet? Congratulations on your Kate Nash book series.

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  7. No Janet, I am looking for a publisher, hopefully it will be soon.

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