STRANGE
MARKINGS
by
Janet Elizabeth Lynn
and Will Zeilinger
Summary
The Pacific breezes blow many things in from
the ocean, this time its power, greed, and murder. At the dawn of the
television age in 1955, Skylar Drake is called to identify the remains of a
fellow movie stuntman found buried in a shallow grave. While there he is shown
mysterious wounds and strange tattoos on two additional bodies.
A wealthy Bel Air matron sends her enticing niece
to enlist Drake’s help in locating a missing nephew. The search takes him back to
pre-statehood Hawaii where he stopped off on his way to the hell of the Korean
War. Unexplained deaths, politics and superstitious locals turn the tropical
paradise into a nightmare where nothing is what it seems and no one can be trusted.
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Excerpt
The two men looked directly at me. “I’m Drake.
Can I help you?”
Dolan stood right behind me.
“I’m Agent Miller, this is Agent Tanner.” They flashed
their badges, “We want to talk to you Mr. Drake.” Miller looked past me and
frowned at Dolan.
“I’ll just wait out...” Casey moved toward the door.
I put my hand on Casey’s shoulder. ”This is my partner
Casey Dolan, anything you have to say to me you can say to him.”
They shrugged and stepped inside. “Let’s go in your office.” I showed them inside, as sweltering as it was.
Miller put his hat on top of the file cabinet. Tanner kept his on.
“We are investigating the disappearance of a Mr. Ted
Stone. You're a known associate of
his. Is this true?”
“Sure, I know Teddy.
We worked on a few films together.” I sat back in my chair while Casey
stood by the door, “His sister Florence and I used to do stunts for Prestigious
Studios a while back. Teddy started
about a year later... you say he’s missing?”
“His sister reported him missing a year ago. Our records show you were one of the last
people to see him before he disappeared.”
“You said a year ago?” I thought for a moment, “Yeah, that sounds about right. It was a war movie. There was a battle scene and we had to fall
out some windows and off a moving truck like we’d been shot, y’know. This was before...” I stopped myself. They didn’t need to know about my law suit
with the studio brass.
“Before what?” Agent Tanner asked.
“Before my last stunt gig with Flo.”
“And the victim?”
“Victim? I thought
you said he was missing.”
“Just tell us about your last job.”
“Well, Teddy and I shared a dressing room. It was about midnight when we finished the
night scenes. After we changed and
dropped our costumes off at wardrobe, we left for breakfast. That was about two in the morning. I took the bus home, and I guess he
drove. I never saw him again after
that. Flo and I did a shoot at the
studio the following month. She told me
she was going to Washington to get married.
That was that.”
The two agents took notes on everything I said.
Casey spoke up, “Do you mind if I ask what prompted this
recent investigation?”
Miller put his pencil in his ear, “We found a man’s
remains in the Arizona desert. Our
medical people said he was buried for about a year, so we only have bones,
clothes, few personal items and his wallet.
There was nothing in it except for his SAG membership card.” He paused,
“The Union said you worked with him. We
found you in the phone book.”
Agent Tanner pulled a cellophane envelope out of his
pocket containing the card. There was
Teddy, staring back at me. “Yes, that’s Teddy and that is what he looks
like.” I showed it to Casey. He took a look and handed it back to Tanner.
“We’re unable to locate his sister, do you know her
married name?”
I thought hard, “I don’t believe she told me. No.
She never mentioned it. Flo just
said she was leaving the business to get married and move to Washington.”
“The remains are at the
LA County Coroner’s office. Since
we can’t locate next of kin, we’d like you to stop by and ID what you can.”
I looked at Dolan.
“What do you think?” He nodded.
______________
We met them at the Coroner’s office and waited for the
Medical Examiner to get back from lunch.
Casey called the hospital, Bev had gone home. He called his house, no answer. “I’m not worried,” he said. His eyes said otherwise.
I hadn’t been down here in a long time. Yep, the same frigid air, smell of alcohol
and bleach have never left my mind. The
door swung open and Dr. Harold Logue came in wiping his mouth with a paper
towel. I remember he always ate at the
most inopportune times, “Hey Drake and Dolan, LAPD’s two best detectives. Nice to see both of you.” Logue was an old
timer. We worked a lot of cases with
him. He put his arms on our shoulders,
“Sure miss working with you two geniuses.
I could never figure out how you caught all the bad guys. These youngsters they got in here now are...”
He stopped when he saw the young FBI agents standing by the wall. “Oops, sorry.
No offense,” and shook their
hands.
Agent Miller kept hold of Dr. Logue’s hand and said,
”We're here to see the remains of Ted Stone.”
“Yes sure, come this way,” Logue said.
He had the bones laid out on the table, a complete
skeleton. How was I suppose to ID the
remains of Teddy from this?
“I don’t know if this will help you,” Agent Tanner
said, “but here are the clothes we
found, his accessories and wallet.”
The clothes looked like his. I knew him as a rather classy dresser when he
wasn’t working.
“We found a hundred dollar bill hidden in the wallet.”
Miller remarked
“You can’t trace the bill?”
He shook his head, “We tried, nothing.”
I knew Teddy well enough to know he didn’t carry so much
cash around. “He was a Las Vegas
hound. We’d get paid. He’d go to Vegas and blow the wad, all of it
- then come back broke. He was a real
gambler and big with the ladies. I’m not
surprised he had that much cash, but he seldom carried it around. He either banked it or lost it.”
“And the clothes?” Agent Miller lifted his pencil from
his notepad to point at the clothing spread on a different table. Dolan and I spent time looking at what they
found. “Shirt, tie, suit, vest, socks, pants.
It was all there.”
“What about these?” Tanner asked.
On the counter was an assortment of gaudy men’s rings, a
tie bar, gold cuff links, bracelets and a watch. We knew not to touch them. It looked like his stuff, but something
didn’t seem right. I took another look
at the clothes and jewels, but couldn’t put my finger on it.
I straightened up, “Seems like his stuff. It’s been a while.”
“How do you think he died?” Dolan asked Logue.
“You knew him Mr. Dolan?” Miller asked.
Casey crossed his arms and shook his head, “No, we never
met.”
Dr. Logue picked up the skull. “Looks like he was hit in the head with a
dull object. There are also a number of
fractured ribs. I think he was beaten
before being bludgeoned.
“Sorry Drake,” Agent Tanner said, “but we have to ask,
where were you last summer?”
Wait a second, did they think I had something to do with
Teddy’s disappearance?
“You’ll have to be more specific,” Dolan said. “Part of the summer both of us were on a
special assignment in Santa Rosa in conjunction with the LAPD and Santa Rosa
PD.”
Miller looked up from his pad, “This can be verified?”
Most of the people who could verify our presence in Santa
Rosa are in witness protection, prison or dead.
“Olivia Jahns out of the San Francisco bureau can vouch for our work in
Santa Rosa.
“Yes, we know her.
Great agent.” Tanner replied, “We’ll check on that.”
Miller and Tanner were already in the hallway when a
light bulb went on in my brain, “Wait, I need to check something again.”
I went back inside with the other three in tow and looked
at the clothes. “These are not Ted’s
clothes. He never would have worn
these.”
“How do you know?” Miller looked at his watch.
“Ted Stone never wore such a plain business suit. He wore tweed or pin stripes. never plain Jane stuff like this. And look.
That’s a white shirt, Ted was a blue or gray shirt guy.” I moved to the
counter and put on a pair of rubber gloves to pick up the cuff links. “Are these real rubies?”
Tanner shook his head, “No.”
“What about the other stones?”
“Nope and the tie tack and bracelets are all cheap gold
plate.”
I tossed the cuff links onto the counter, “This isn’t
Teddy. He wouldn’t be caught dead
wearing this crap. Only the real McCoy
for him. He had a reputation in Vegas. He needed them for insurance when he ran out
of folding money.”
Tanner and Miller scribbled some more notes as I referred
them to the jeweler in Pasadena that Teddy used.
“Could he have hit a rough patch and substituted fakes
after pawning the real jewels?”
“No, never. At
least not a year ago. Last time I saw
him he was loaded with cash.”
“Well,” Tanner asked, “Who the hell is this guy?”
I hated to leave the cool, dead quiet of the Coroner’s
office but Casey and I were starving. We headed for lunch
The front doors were wide open when we arrived at
Clifton’s Cafeteria. It looked like
their air conditioner wasn’t working either.
It was miserably hot, but we were hungry.
We got our food and sat quietly sweating for some
time. “So where is Ted Stone?” Dolan
asked. “and who’s the poor unfortunate
fella on the table back there?”
“Maybe Teddy owed gambling debts. He could’ve skipped
town and left a dead body for the gangsters to find in his place.” I swallowed
half my glass of ice tea, “Well, whoever that was, doesn’t concern me or my
business.”
Casey glared, “I do hope
you’ll be more concerned about me if I ever go missing.” and took a big bite of
his corned beef sandwich.
BIO
When they met it was murder... like a real Hart to Hart.
Authors Janet Elizabeth Lynn and her husband Will Zeilinger just released the
second novel in the Skylar Drake Mystery series, STRANGE MARKINGS, a Noir mystery
set in 1950's. They have been writing separately for over a decade and have two
more Skylar Drake Mysteries in the works.
Contact information:
www.janetlynnauthor.com
www.willzeilingerauthor.com
Pineapple
Haupia
Haupia is a traditional dessert at Hawaiian Luau feast. This
dessert is mentioned in the book: STRANGE MARKINGS
Ingredients
1-1/2 c. coconut milk
1/1/2 c. water
1/2 c. +2 TB sugar
1/2c. +2 TB cornstarch
1 c. crushed pineapple, drained
In a sauce pan over medium heat, combine coconut milk,
water, sugar and cornstarch, stir until thickened. lower heat, continue to cook
5-10 minutes. Transfer mixture to 8-inch pan. Stir in pineapple. Refrigerate
until set about 2 hours.
To serve, cut into 2-inch squares. Serves 8-10
