Virtual Book Tour Dates: 1/13/14 - 2/10/14
Series: The Richmond Saga
Genres: Mystery, Cozy Mystery, Medical Mystery, Beach Read
Sandy dozed intermittently with her head on Jon’s shoulder as they headed west on IH10. She thought about the changes that had just occurred in her life: her father’s death, quitting her teaching job in New Orleans, and packing all her belongings into the moving truck she was riding in. Her mind raced to the changes that were to come: her marriage to Jon, moving to the town of Richmond, Texas, and the effect that the community would have on her—and she would have on the community. She could not have foreseen the arrest of Jon’s partner for murder, the teenage marijuana ring, or the complete perversion of justice about to take place.
Guest Post -
Dee Wilbur is actually the pseudonym of two talented writers—Charlie Yates and Dee Pipes. So let’s start with a discussion of how our creative process works, specifically, who writes what?
Dee: Well, there are two of us writing each book and this blog as well. I’ll let Charlie explain.
Charlie: There are two of us, each half an author. I generally work out the plot and write a fifty-to seventy-page outline of the story. Dee takes that, improves the descriptions of the scenery, spruces up the dialogue, supplies motives for the actions of the characters, and in general, makes the book readable. We meet face-to-face once each week, send frequent e-mails, and usually talk once each day.
Dee: So let us show you a bit of the final results in Justice Perverted and you can decide how well we do that. Just remember, if there’s something you don’t like, Charlie wrote that part.
Justice Perverted by Dee Wilbur - Excerpt:
“What’s the bit about everybody wanting to know about his autopsy? His wife called last night and demanded an autopsy. The sheriff himself came in this morning and wanted to know if there was an autopsy. It looks to me like we had a drunk driver who failed to make a curve. I mean there was Jack Daniels all over the cab and him. Lordy, it smelled like a distillery there. We had them take the body down to Galveston during the night. The University of Texas Medical Branch at Galveston does all our autopsies. I don’t know how far behind they are so it might take weeks.”
Jon grimaced. “What’s the matter, Jon?” asked the Chief Deputy.
“I think this may be a murder. You may need to speed them up on that autopsy.”
At that moment a young clerk brought in a lab slip to the chief deputy. “A tech from the hospital just brought this over. He said he thought it was important.”
“What is it?” scowled the Chief Deputy.
“It’s a blood alcohol level on Duane Belchner.”
“And why doesn’t he want to handle divorces? It’s not like he has to do the investigation?” Daphne asked. I’m still not getting all of it, she thought. “I know he does pre-nups. He did one for someone last week, and I’m billing for it today.”
“Two things. Don’t send out the bill for the pre-nup for another week or two. Doesn’t seem exactly polite to go sticking your hand out right away. And if that old coot actually does marry little miss smiley tight britches . . .”
Daphne laughed at the description. Maureen certainly remembered the couple correctly. And she had been as nice as anything when they were in the office.
“If they have the lack of taste to send Jon an invitation to the wedding, we send them a fifty dollar gift certificate to Yastremski’s Meat Market in East Bernard and sign the card Jon Miller, Esq.”
“The meat market? For all the wedding invitations Jon gets?” Daphne asked with a shocked expression on her face.
“Lord, no. Just the ones where he does the pre-nup. It’s his little joke,” Maureen explained with a grin.
“Back to the pre-nups and divorces, which of course go hand in hand. If the couple divorces, at least one or maybe both, will continue to reside in Richmond,” Maureen continued, “and Jon, of course, wants both of their business.” Daphne laughed as the light finally came on.
“Yes, indeed. And no one remembers their divorce lawyer positively.”
“I sure don’t! He took my money, didn’t get me enough money from that lazy bastard ex of mine, and took his own sweet time doing it,” Daphne said with feeling as her voice broke.
The older woman looked at her and asked, “It’s been about a year since you started proceedings?”
“It’s been a year and one month since I threw his lazy cheating ass out of my house. How did you know?”
“These things seem to go in stages, and you are at about the one year mark, give or take a couple of months.”
Maybe this woman does know something. I’m gonna try to keep an open mind and listen and learn, Daphne told herself silently.
Jon’s cell phone rang at five in the morning. Sandy muttered, “This is getting to be a regular occurrence here.”
“Jon, this is Diego. The sheriff is here to arrest me. The bullet that killed Avery came from my gun. Jon, I know I only loaded wadding into my muzzleloader . . . no bullets. I don’t know who’s setting me up, or what’s going on. Jon, you’ve got to defend me. I know you don’t normally do criminal law, but you’re the only one I trust to protect me. Avery is the guy that in court said he was going ‘to send my greasy ass back to Mexico’. I’ve got to go. Meet me at the jail first thing Monday morning. I’ll be fine ‘til then. Thanks. . .”
“O.K. Good luck,” Jon sputtered as the phone disconnected.
Jon filled in Sandy on the details of the call. “Couldn’t he tell if his muzzle-loader had a bullet in it?” asked Sandy.
“Not really. The bullet weighs very little in relation to the gun as a whole. Somebody could have loaded Diego’s gun with a bullet. He could have put more powder and wadding in it and never noticed. The bad thing is the argument in the court room. The sheriff seems to think that was the motive.”
“Can’t you get him out on bail or something now? You can’t have him sitting in jail.”
“He told me he would be fine until Monday. Sandy, it’s hard to get people accused of murder out on bail. He’s a criminal lawyer; he’ll probably spend his whole time drumming up new business. It’s not like he’s at risk in there like a cop or child molester would be.”
“If you’re sure,” Sandy said, not really convinced.
“I’m not sure of anything. I’m gonna take Cato out for a run instead of going to Sunday school. I’ll be back for church. You go on back to sleep.”
Sandy whispered softly, “I know Diego . . . he’s not the kind of guy who would do this. I know that, but can you prove it, Jon?”
“I’m gonna give it my best try…”
About the Authors:
Beatrice Dee Pipes and Charles Wilbur Yates, Jr. write under the pen name Dee Wilbur, a combination of their middle names. This is their second work of fiction. A Texas native, Dee Pipes grew up in a small Texas town. Her degree from Rice University is a B.A. in English. She currently runs a company that helps other companies with marketing, project management, and other tasks. She has been married to her husband Bryan for thirty years. Also a native Texan, Charles Yates, Jr., was also reared in a small Texas town. He graduated from Rice University in Houston with a B.A. and Ph.D. in Biology. He received the M.D. degree from the University of Texas Southwestern Medical School in Dallas. He has been married to his wife Sally for forty-five years. They have four adult sons and six grandchildren. He now tends his garden in Richmond, Texas.
Amazon Author Page - http://www.amazon.com/Dee-Wilbur/e/B002G02UUA/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_3
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