Pieces to the Puzzle
I guessed Ted Blaylock to be in his mid 40’s, just about right for a World War II pilot – which he was. Slender, balding and a significant presence of intelligence in his manner and speech. Air Force Captains were a well-respected group – Ted Blaylock fit that model.
He greeted me at the hanger door. “Hello, Mr. Reno. Very nice to meet you – I’ve heard so much about you from Nickie, I feel that I know you already.”
“Please call me Carson, and it’s nice of you to take the time to see me. Hopefully, Nickie has been kind with her words. We’ve been friends for a long time and do kid around a lot.”
“She speaks very highly of you, and I’m flattered you’re seeking information from me – although I have no idea how I can help. And don’t be…
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Episode 12. Strategy…..including a brush with the bad guys. Enjoy
I thought Nickie would faint when I walked into the restaurant and waved – it was 5 minutes past eight. Leroy was already seated in the booth, and had coffee ready for both of us.
I ordered biscuits and gravy, and we ate while he briefed me on the Bosley Buick caper. He was still a bit sensitive about the whole thing, but I know it was a big feather in his cap to get these guys behind bars – where they belonged. Alfred E. Dollar would turn states evidence and probably seek a reduced sentence. Jack Logan was already in town and suing for a petition to have all charges against Kathy Ledbetter dropped.
Other than the innocents that were injured at the dealership, I guess things turned out best for everyone. Some bad guys off the streets, some real crooks behind bars and a truly innocent…
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Repeating myself, I am not an early person. Eight o’clock on Sunday morning was not a time I ever knew existed – much less participated in. However, Larry’s message was urgent and I knew he was serious – Larry was my friend.
Parking was no problem; the garage was almost empty. The desk sergeant directed me to a third floor conference room. I grabbed a cup of stale coffee from a pot in the hallway and knocked on the door.
Larry quickly opened the door and before I spoke, I noticed he was not alone. He introduced me to Chuck Hutchinson, Memphis Police Chief and Carlton Scruggs, Shelby County Sheriff.
Larry spoke first. “Carson, I have taken the liberty to brief the chief and sheriff on our conversation of last week. And, I’m going to assume you aren’t aware of any events that happened while you were out…
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Episode 8 – Planes, Trains and Automobiles.”We’re not happy until you’re not happy”. Enjoy.
Planes, Trains and Automobiles
Liz had to work a noon flight to London, so she dropped me off at my car on her way back to Memphis. The old Ford looked lonely sitting in that field all by herself – I had left her all night. It worked out best to ride with Liz and her Corvette – she didn’t like my car anyway.
When I got back to Chief’s the breakfast crowd was heavy – this was a Saturday morning in a small town. I waved at Nickie and took a stool at the end of the bar – hoping she had some messages for me.
“Jack and Coke, Mr. Reno?” she asked grinning.
“Tell you what. Just hold that thought and bring me some coffee – I’ve already had breakfast.” I should have known better than to say that.
“Well, you didn’t have it in…
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The ‘Party’ and the ‘Beauty’. Episode 7 of my serial novel ‘The Price of Beauty’. Enjoy.
The geography was perfect. Humboldt airport was located just across the highway from the Humboldt County Club, and the Mary Ellen Maxwell house was situated less than a quarter mile from the runway. Logistics were also perfect. Caddies from the club drove golf carts, shuffling people from the airport to the club, to the Maxwell house and to/from the parking areas. Parking was either at the Country Club, at the Maxwell home or in a large parking area in a field just off Warmath Circle. I chose the field.
The Humboldt airport was small – very small. Aircraft operation after dark required pre-arrangement and payment upon use. Nickie’s cousin, Ted Blaylock, ran the airport, and according to her, he had been contracted to keep airport operations open all weekend. It was apparent many guests would be flying in for the party. This was shaping…
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Come along with Carson to the Memphis Manhattan Club. Episode 4 of my serial novel ‘The Price of Beauty in Strawberry Land’
The Manhattan Club
Marcie had already left when I finally got back to my office. She had a note posted where I COULD NOT miss it.
Call Elizabeth Teague at 901-478-2233.
It was a Memphis number, so I knew that Elizabeth Teague must be back in town. She had an apartment in Germantown, and despite placing many calls to her; we had not spoken in several weeks.
Elizabeth Teague is the kind of woman every man needed to know – at least once in his life. Taller than most, she had those kind of legs that just keep going and going. Unlike most women I meet, she had class – sometimes to her detriment, but she had class. Slim, blonde, well put together and a personality that gave your hormones an electric shock. Liz worked for Southern Airways and was, literally, a jet setter – traveling across…
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Episode 3 of my serial novel ‘The Price of Beauty’. Carson takes a trip to Arkansas and the problems begin
I stopped by the Commercial Appeal building on my way into the office. The receptionist informed me that Watson Clark no longer worked for the paper. Evidently, he had resigned unexpectedly a few weeks after the Barry Lassiter incident. I guess that is the reason I couldn’t locate any additional details to match with his initial reporting of the death.
She had no idea where I could locate Watson, but offered to ask around among his former close friends. I left her my card and asked her, or anyone, to call me if they knew how I might locate him. She seemed nice and agreed to call if she found out anything.
Mason Brown was the first person I met as I entered the Peabody lobby.
“Mason, I understand you had some excitement around here yesterday.”
“Yes sir Mr. Reno – we certainly did. That…
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Come join us with Episode 1 on my serial novel ‘The Price of Beauty in Strawberry Land’. And tune in each Sunday for a new episode. Enjoy.
My office address is officially listed as 149 Union Avenue – L6, which means I occupy office 6 – located just off the lobby of The Peabody Hotel – Memphis, Tennessee. I actually would consider my address to be 3rd avenue – not Union, but the address has its perks.
The location itself is also handy. All my phone calls come through the hotel operator, which is also my answering service. I eat lunch and breakfast in the employee dining room at a great price. I have a beautiful lobby to greet potential clients – and please don’t forget the duck show, it happens twice a day. Aside from the perverts who hang out in the lobby restrooms, I can’t find a lot of fault with my office arrangements.
Besides, this is 1962 and people are accustomed to the modern ways of doing business…
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The Price of Beauty in
A Carson Reno Mystery
Gerald W. Darnell
Copyright ã 2011 Gerald W. Darnell
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Gerald W. Darnell
The characters and events in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.
Be sure to check out Carson Reno’s other Mystery Adventures
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Dead Men Don’t Remember
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Cast of Characters
Carson Reno – Private Detective
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Marcie – Peabody Hotel Telephone Operator
Andy – Bartender…
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