Mini-Mystery #3…Hy Conrad’s Win a Kindle Fire Contest!

Hy Conrad was the writer/producer of MONK all 8 seasons
Okay. So the last mystery pretty much threw everyone for a loop. That’s okay ’cause we have two more devious mystery puzzles (including this one) to go! Plus, quite a few of you “shared” the last blog post with your friends and got your name added to the pool anyway. 

By now, you guys should know the rules, but I’ll go ahead and repeat them for you new comers. Here’s how the game works and how you can win a Kindle Fire: Essentially, the way the contest works is that for the next couple of weeks, I’ll be posting four different mini-mysteries written by Hy Conrad himself. If you think you know the answer, you email me at kholloway@sevenrealmspublishing.com and tell me your solution. If you get it right, your name goes into a pool from which I’ll draw a single name to win the Kindle Fire. Also, if you didn’t get the answer right, you still have a chance to get your name in the pool by telling me how you shared the blog post with your friends. In theory, a person could actually earn up to eight (8) entries in the pool if they get all the mysteries right and share each of the mystery posts! That’s eight chances to win! You’ve got nothing at all to lose, so give it a shot!

Remember, this puzzle contest is to make you guys aware of the amazingly wicked and criminally talented Hy Conrad, who wrote all of these awesome little brain-teaser mysteries. He was also the writer/producer of MONK for all eight seasons of the show…AND the author of the brand new murder mystery novel RALLY ‘ROUND THE CORPSE! Be sure to check it out. You’ll definitely be glad you did. Here’s a link: 

So without further ado, here’s Mystery #3! As always, the solution will be posted this Saturday, so you have until then to send your answers. But seriously, I think a lot of you guys are shy. We’ve had a ton of visits to these past mysteries, but only a portion of you have sent me any guesses. It seriously doesn’t hurt to send in that guess. It’s open to EVERYONE…even other authors…so give it a try!
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AMY AND THE SPEED BUMPS 



There were days when Amy was totally in love and couldn’t wait for Marcus to get more serious.  And there were days like today, when Amy was fed up with her irresponsible boyfriend and his killer smile.  Actually, there were no days quite like today, for Amy had become so fed up that she’d decided her best option was to go speed dating.  It was a spur-of-the-moment thing.


She arrived at the trendy, brick-walled club on the lower-east side – it was called a lounge, that’s how trendy it was – paid her fee, ordered a Campari and soda, sat down at a small bar table and waited for her first five-minute date.


The dates, she soon realized, all followed a pattern.  During the first minute, the men announced their qualifications: they were single, living alone, definitely not living with parents; they all made good money; and they all had respectable, interesting jobs.


Donnie was typical.  “Almost didn’t make it,” he said as he plopped himself down across from her.  “My flight was delayed three hours.”  Donny, it seems, was an oil executive working in Ecuador.  “I do six months in Quito and six months in New York.”


Amy had heard about Ecaudor’s booming oil industry and was mildly impressed.  “So, your first goal back in New York was to go speed dating?”


“I only get six months,” Donnie said with a disarming grin.  “I didn’t even have time to change my money into U.S.  So if we go out for dinner tonight, it’s going to have to be someplace that takes cards.”


That sounded like an invitation.  This guy worked fast.  But Amy kept her composure, made small talk and waited for the bell to ring.


Next was Henry, possibly the most attractive, self-assured man in the room, despite the plastic CVS bag he deposited by his chair leg.  He saw Amy eying the contents: two bottles of vitamins, a pack of anti-snoring strips and a birthday card for someone turning sixty.  “My aunt,” he explained.  “She lives in San Diego and is upset that I’m not coming to the party.”


“I hope you’re getting her a present.”


“Of course,” said Henry, then mentioned his job as a Wall Street lawyer and how he could afford extravagant presents for all five of his aunts.  “I’m sending her an antique loom.  She likes to weave.”


The last man of the evening had written his full name on his name tag, not just a first.  “Everett Washington,” Amy said as she accepted a handshake and a little peck on the cheek.  By now she was a full-blown detective, examining every article of clothing, parsing every phrase for clues.


Everett wasn’t as well-dressed as the others, but it was a chic sort of shabby; a well-made jacket fraying around the collar.  Amy noted his tote bag – black with a PBS logo on the side.


“You give to PBS?” she asked, in lieu of conversation.


“I work there,” he said and handed her a card: Everett Washington.  Corporate Fundraising.  “It doesn’t pay much.  But I have family money.  Old family,” he emphasized.


“Washington?” Amy asked curiously.  “You don’t mean…”


“George Washington,” he answered.  “Direct descendant.  Martha was the one with the money, mostly land in northern Virginia.”  And he proceeded to outline the wonders of his family tree.  Amy was so glad when the bell rang.


An hour later, she was at home, having a second Campari and soda, this time with her mother.  “You didn’t stay afterwards?” Fanny asked.  Fanny didn’t approve of her speed dating experiment.  But she sensed it hadn’t gone well, so she played sympathetic.


“Losers and liars,” Amy moaned, stirring the red liquor and taking a sip.  “One guy lied about his job.  Another lied about being rich.  And, worst, one of them lied about living alone.  Married or a live-in girlfriend, I’ll bet.”


Fanny wanted to ask how Amy knew all this, but she wasn’t going to ask.  Oh, what the hell!  “How do you know all this?”


WHO LIED ABOUT BEING RICH AND HOW DID AMY KNOW?
WHO LIED ABOUT HIS JOB AND HOW DID AMY KNOW?
WHO LIED ABOUT LIVING ALONE AND HOW DID AMY KNOW?


Email me your guesses at kholloway@sevenrealmspublishing.com!

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