Before the sheriff could speak, realization dawned on PJ and she swung around and pointed a long witchy fake fingernail at Darth Vader. “The yellow bandana!” she shouted. “You planted it to throw suspicion on Aletha.” Aletha, the minion, stood up and looked back at the Brunses. Because of her costume, her response was squeaky […]
Camping Can Be Murder – Chapter 19
The Haunted Hayride began at the check-in shack and picked up riders along the campground road. A utility tractor pulled the old wooden hay wagon stacked with bales of hay. Punk used the tongue to climb up on the wagon and then turned to pull PJ up. They found an empty bale near Stan and […]
Camping Can Be Murder – Chapter 18
PJ sat gripping the tablet and her shoulders sagged. “There’s no signature that I can see.” “Duh,” said Fred. “This is crazy. I’m havin nuthin to do with it.” He went in his camper and slammed the door. Doris watched him go and turned back to the group. “I know what he thinks—that if I […]
Camping Can Be Murder – Chapter 17
Gigi smiled a little. “I’d better go wash my face and find some shoes. Doris and Fred invited me over for supper.” “Oh! Us too,” PJ said. “You going to be okay?” Gigi nodded. “I’ll see you over there.” When Punk and PJ arrived across the road a few minutes later, Gigi was telling Fred […]
Camping Can Be Murder – Chapter 16
PJ scooped the leaves apart to get at the scrap of white. “Rats!” she said to Punk. “Just a torn piece of paper plate.” “What are you looking for?” She sighed. “I thought there might be another piece of that note that I found down below. Maybe with the killer’s signature.” “That would be too […]
