Rum Luck (Mystery / Humor)
Release Date: June 22, 2016
Synopsis: With death threats piling up on the rum-soaked bar, Ben and his friends take over a ramshackle cantina in search of a fresh start – or a quick end. An Arthur Ellis Award finalist and the first book in the Bar on a Beach Mystery series.
Excerpt: The clack of the lock echoed in his head like a cannon shot. A guard pushed open the door and ushered in a young woman wearing a business suit. If Ben didn’t know better, he would say she looked like—
“Hi, Ben.” She gave him a wan smile. “You look like hell.” Victoria, as ever, was class personified . . . a fashionista’s dream. An errant fleck of seaweed tickled Ben’s nostril.
“Please, make yourself at . . . home.” He gestured to the thin mattress that he had abandoned at some point during the night for the blessed coolness of the concrete floor.
Victoria glanced at the mattress, but remained standing. “Thanks, I’ll pass.”
“What are you doing here?” Was she some sort of withdrawal-induced hallucination?
“Miguel called me,” she explained with a shrug.
Her arrival cleared the fog from a dozen missed engagements. When they graduated—him to IT consulting and her to her father’s law firm—Ben had known his best friend from university would be busy trotting the globe and building her career. It took a few years to realize that meant she’d only be available to meet up between 3:08 and 3:11 p.m. when the moon was waxing gibbous.
Yet here she was. Ben would have to get Miguel a trophy that read “World’s Best Best Man” to thank his Colombian friend for his quick thinking. Except there was no best man, not after what had happened between Ben and Tara Whitmore, his former fiancée. “World’s Best Ex-Best Man” didn’t have quite the same ring to it, somehow.
“He said you needed me to take your case,” Victoria finished.
Case? It couldn’t be as bad as that, could it? “It’s great to see you. It’s been ages. But I’m sure they’ll let me out of here once I sober up and pay the fine.” He fought back against the fear creeping into his voice. “I don’t think Miguel meant for you to fly down from Toronto in the middle of the night . . .”
Victoria took a deep breath. “Ben, you’ve been arrested for murder.”