It’s the Lilac Festival and thing should be fantastic, right. We got a ton of tourists, the lilacs are in full bloom the whole island smells terrific and everyone is making more. But we got a little problem. There’s this guy who’s come here all the way from LA and now he’s...dead!
“What’s going on?” A guy called down from the porch of the Grand Hotel right above us. “Is somebody there? Did somebody fall?”
Sutter and I exchanged uh oh looks and a woman on the porch squealed. “Ohmygoodness! It’s a body! This is fantastic! I know what this is. It’s one of those murder mystery weekends right here at the Grand Hotel. The victim’s right there, I can see him all sprawled out on the ground. Oh this is so much fun.”
“Look, lady,” Sutter shot back. “This is no mystery weekend party this is a real crime scene here.”
“Of course it is,” she squealed again. “You all are great actors, this is amazing. What a fantastic surprise right here on Mackinac Island.”
Yep, that’s right I’m playing right along with this guest at the Grand Hotel and passing the whole thing off as a mystery weekend. Nate...the local chief of police...is not on board with this at all but that’s too bad. If the tourists get wind that this is a real dead body and there’s a killer on the loose they will all stampede for the ferry docks and the whole island will go broke!
We can’t have that now can me so the idea of a mystery weekend and a fake dead body seems like a really good idea to me. Don’t you think so too?get books here