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The Missing Mah Jongg Player
by Iris Wynne
A Steve Wade Mystery, Book 1
Soul Mate Publishing, May 2015
Genre: Crime Mystery, Thriller
Steve Wade is an ex-cop with an ex-wife and
girlfriends he could never commit to. Now he’s a private investigator known for
his knack in solving crimes.
This handsome private eye never has a problem finding
customers. His newest case involves five frantic Mah Jongg players who are in
search of one of their players who disappeared after meeting a man on an
Internet dating site.
Wade is reluctant to take the case, believing it to be
just another woman not wanting to be found. But the Mah Jongg players are
insistent that Marilou did not vanish on her own. In the meantime, they
organize a Valentine’s speed-dating gig inviting all the suspects who dated
Marilou in an attempt to find her.
As he watches the dinner play out he begins to realize
she may not have gone willingly when all the suspects are before him. He even
hires his sometime drop-dead gorgeous girlfriend for the event to lure the
culprit out into the open. Steve just hopes no one goes home with a potential
killer.
Wade has to work fast as the case begins to unravel
when lies and betrayal become evident and the truth of what happened to Marilou
becomes clear. Will he be able to find the suspect before they choose another
victim? This may be his biggest challenge yet.
From ‘The Missing Mah Jongg Player’Marilou Dickson was sitting at the bar, sixty miles away from Toronto on a Saturday night waiting for her date. The only problem was she didn’t know who he was. She got in touch with him on an online dating site and his picture looked great, even though he was much younger than her. A full head of dark hair, straight nose, large hazel eyes and great abs from a previous picture he sent her. She imagined his strong arms wrapped around her as he made love to her. She was tired of being alone as age and beauty were slowly taking its toll while drinking and smoking was becoming an obsession that a good man could help her control.The noise in the bar was unbearable and she was dying for a cigarette. At least in the old days before cell phones and Internet, you could smoke. The place was packed with pretty girls in floozy outfits, some displaying unwanted flesh. Youth could get away with many things and the sleazier you got, the more attention from the men.It was like that years ago before marriage and grown kids.Her phone buzzed which made her spill her drink on her new gold cashmere sweater.“Damn!” she said.“May I buy you another drink?”She looked up and there was her man, looking better in person.“Hi!” she said tying not to slur her words.“Let’s get out of here,” he whispered to her.“What about my drink?”“Let’s go to my place.” He smiled as his white teeth flashed at her.She wanted to stay here and enjoy the bar and perhaps dance. She wasn’t ready to go to his place yet. She sighed and smiled up at him.“Why don’t we just stay here?”“You’ll get too drunk.”She grinned at him, thrilled that he should be so concerned about her. Her phone buzzed again. She gave him a shrug.“Sorry–I may as well answer this or I’ll never hear the end of it.”She was going to tell him her friends were worried about her, warned her about going out with strangers–blah-blah. She decided not to say anything. She noticed that his hair was an unnatural black hue, almost like a wig. She wouldn’t care less if he was bald–didn’t men understand that? His glasses were tinted unable to really see the color of his eyes. Something in the pit of her stomach was telling her something was off. She answered her phone walking a distance away from him and the bar. He was watching her though, his look almost a leer. Perhaps it was because she was drunk that she thought this. Nevertheless she would not leave alone and go back into an empty house especially on a Saturday night.“Marilou is that you?” Harriet said, her voice full of concern.“What’s up, I’m in the middle of a date.”“Just checking to see if you’re okay.”“I’m fine really, you don’t have to worry.”“Where are you?”“Outside of Toronto.”“What!”“Harriet, I’m a big girl.”She glanced over at him. He bought a drink and was sipping it rather quickly. He was watching her so she waved to him.“What does he look like?”“I don’t know, he’s wearing a dark wig and glasses.”“Marilou, that is not a good sign.”Harriet could hear a deep voice asking her friend something.”“Gotta go Harriet, see you Monday night.”There was a click and the line went dead.
The Missing Housewife
By Iris Wynne
A Steve Wade Mystery Book 2
February 2016
Steve Wade is an ex-cop and now private investigator.
His reputation for solving crimes is growing.
His newest client is a man charged with a murder he
says he did not commit. The convict's sister has evidence that the person he
supposedly murdered is alive and living somewhere in Shanghai after an old
classmate of hers sees a double of the murdered victim while touring parts of
Asia.
Is the murder victim, a woman, really alive and the
man charged with her murder innocent?
Steve does not know what to think. Should he believe a
convicted killer who was once a drug addict living on the streets? Steve however
does not want an innocent man to spend the rest of his life in jail.
It's a dilemma he must think through and to try to
prove the convicted murderer's innocence.
Iris Wynne is a book lover, a day dreamer and a
hopeless romantic. She is a writer of cozy mysteries with an element of
romance. She is a mother of two girls and in her spare time she dog walks,
plays golf in the summer and of course grabs a game of Mah Jongg whenever she
can.
Iris lives in Toronto, Canada with her husband. Her
children live on their own and her parents are relieved to receive a text
message from them now and then.
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