The Chronicles of Marr-Nia (Barbara Barr Murder Mystery) by Karen Cantwell

Author:Karen Cantwell [Cantwell, Karen]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Mystery, Humour, cookie429, Kat, Extratorrents
Published: 2010-10-20T00:00:00+00:00

Why would the National Gang Task Force be interested in an explosion that had leveled Paula whats-her-name’s apartment when she was meeting Master Kyo for a lunch-time quickie?

Something else was nagging at me. Something I had observed between Paula, Master Kyo, and of all people—my mother. She had convinced me that Tae Kwon Do would be the thing for me—get me in shape and teach me to protect myself in dangerous situations. I’m not sure I’d gotten in shape, but certainly I was always in so much pain, that whenever anyone came near me, I was likely to kill them. If that’s what you call protection.

In any event, one day I’d mustered up the nerve to stop by Master Kyo’s studio at a time when he wasn’t having classes. My mission: to quit Tae Kwon Do. I’d had enough. The pain was too extreme. I had kids and a life—I didn’t have time to soak my weary body in Epsom salts three times a week after an hour of cruel and unusual punishment to my aging body. It was time to end the misery.

However, when I’d walked in, he wasn’t alone—he was in his office with Paula, my mother, and two young girls. They looked to be about my daughter Cassie’s age—fourteen, maybe fifteen at the most. They were crying, and speaking in Spanish, which my mother seemed to be translating for Paula and Master Kyo. I hadn’t even known my mother could speak Spanish. Of course she has a black belt in Tae Kwon Do, runs marathons, and claims to have gotten drunk with Ernest Hemingway, so I don’t know why I should doubt that she could speak not only Spanish, but probably also Russian, Swahili and Urdu to boot.

While I pondered on that strange encounter at Master Kyo’s, I saw a female figure walking along the path that parallels Rustic Woods Parkway. Not necessarily something that should catch my eye as suspicious, with two exceptions. Number one: the woman wasn’t rubber necking at the disaster scene. Not a bit. Didn’t crane her neck to look once. Half the cars on Rustic Woods Parkway had stopped in the middle of the road to watch the carnage unfold, but not this woman. Walking along like she didn’t have a care in the world. Too odd.

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