Can a clueless uncle catch a tech-savvy killer … and be home before bedtime? Until a suspicious murder suggests the mishap was no mere coincidence. Something must be done. Convinced his sister is in mortal danger, this amateur sleuth follows clues to an oddball array of suspects. Glitches in his investigation seem like a piece of cake compared to dinner-prep and bedtime stories with his two precocious, pre-teen nieces.
Can Marty catch the culprit, save his sister, and get his life back in order before he gets unplugged? In my family, I was born first — a fact my sister never lets me forget, no matter what milestone age she hits. Some, especially when I was young, involved my sister as the villain. My writing skills were honed in years of marketing leadership positions in Silicon Valley. While my high-tech marketing roles involved crafting plenty of fiction, we called these marketing collateral, emails, and ads. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.
The Wine Trail Mysteries by J. By continuing to use this website, you agree to their use. There, he changed his name to Andrew S. Darwin had worked eighteen hour days [in the previous start-up] but to everyone one surprise had not followed Paul to [his new start-up]. Instead, he retired with his millions in the south of France. Seated next to me, she had her hands folded on the table like a prim schoolgirl. A sideways glance showed me that the short skirt of her expensive suit was designed to show off the thighs of a Parisian runway model, not a buisiness executive.
But Margot, approaching fifty, had a body toned as much as shiatsu, Bikram yoga, and two-thousand-dollar-a-day spas could achieve. Known for her ability to do complex calculations in her head, her mind was in even better shape. A handful of former students, inculding three Fortune CEOS, had thrown him a sixty-fifth birthday party the previous January.
I do not know who these people are. Raffel is right, it is a macho world.