By Felicia Greenleaf, chief administrative assistant of the Blue Palmetto Detective Agency from WHEN IT’S TIME FOR LEAVING by .
Kaye George here, with a guest today, Ang Pompano. I'm excited to have his character, Felicia Greenleaf, here AND giving away a book! Here's a bit about Ang.
Ang Pompano has been writing mystery for more than twenty years. His mystery novel, WHEN IT’S TIME FOR LEAVING, will be out on October 1, 2019 by Encircle Publications. His short stories have been published in many award-winning anthologies, including the 2019 Malice Domestic Anthology, PARNELL HALL PRESENTS MALICE DOMESTIC: MURDER MOST EDIBLE. His newest story, "Stringer" will appear in SEASCAPE: THE BEST NEW ENGLAND CRIME STORIES 2019. In addition, he has written many academic pieces including one on teaching detective fiction. A member of Mystery Writers of America, he is a past recipient of the Helen McCloy/Mystery Writers of America Scholarship for a novel in progress. He has been on the New England Crime Bake Planning Committee for fourteen years and is a long-time board member of Sisters in Crime New England. He lives in Connecticut with his wife, Annette, an artist, and his two rescue dogs, Quincy and Dexter.
[Be sure and leave your email address for the giveaway, which will end midnight Eastern time 10/6. Paperbacks, US only, sorry. But you can choose the e-book also.]
Felicia Greenleaf here. You can call me Greenleaf. It’s more efficient. You need to be efficient when you’re the chief, and only, administrative assistant of the Blue Palmetto Detective Agency. Al DeSantis wouldn’t be able to run the place without me. That’s because I’ve been here from the beginning and I know all the secrets.
I’m semi-retired but from the time I pull in at 10:00 a.m. on my chrome-fendered Schwinn until I leave at 2:00 I keep the place as organized as a Savannah walking tour.
I’m the one who called Al when he was up in New Haven working for the police department. I let him know that he was the new owner of the Blue Palmetto. I may or may not have mentioned that his father, Big Al, was alive and had checked himself into a nursing home with a touch of dementia.
At first, Al had a dying duck fit. He told me that he hadn’t seen his father since he was eight years old and had no interest in reuniting with him now. It took a bit of convincing, but Al finally agreed to come down and help me close up the agency by disposing of his father’s unfinished cases.
|I couldn’t imagine why anyone wouldn’t want to come to beautiful Savannah.|
Young Al came down to Savannah intending to sell fast. He insisted that after he closed the last case he was heading west to Los Angeles as he had planned. I knew that once he discovered Maxine those plans just might change. Max is not only good looking, but she’s one smart detective. I guess I also forgot to mention that although Al now owned the agency, Big Al had set it up so that Max was his boss. Between that and having to become his father’s advocate, Al really had some adjusting to do.
|Savannah has history galore. This street was made from the ballast of sailing ships.|
Then when a body showed up on the agency dock it got even more complicated when Big Al wanted to work on the case with his “new friend, Al.” Before long, Big Al was accused of the murder and he went missing. Al and Max ran all over hell’s half acre, from Savannah to the Okefenokee swamp, trying to find Big Al and to clear his name.
|Savannah also has a mysterious side.|
I knew a bit more than I was letting on, but being a pretty smart cookie, I let them think they discovered the facts on their own. You know how these young people want to do things on their own. Eventually, they unraveled what turned out to be a mystery wrapped in a mystery. But not before Al and Max got into some pretty hairy situations. It’s a good thing that I had their backs is all I can say. If you want to find out how, leave a comment below. You may win a copy of When It’s Time for Leaving if your name is picked in the drawing.