Auntie's best friend is accused of bumping off the new train station architect. Though only a student, Henrietta swings into action to solve this mystery fast, or murder will mar her vacation in this desert landscape. In a post-Collapse world knives will fly.Balancing a semi-friendly relationship with the local sheriff and perhaps a secret tie to the powerful librarian Henrietta walks a tightrope in her impromptu investigation. Is one of the town’s old biddies the cause of the trouble? Or could some outside culprit be sabotaging the small town?One thing is for sure, someone is stirring up something sinister at the soon to be reopened train station. Henrietta’s determined, making sure Gabriela doesn’t hang for this crime, while making sure she doesn't get thrown in jail. Auntie wouldn’t like that at all! Join Henrietta in this first tale, of this post-Collapse world, follow her amateur sleuthing and crime solving to clear Gabriela’s name.
Published author of academic articles and book chapters and post-apocalyptic "woodpunk" fiction, S.A. Gibson turns his passions for learning, artificial intelligence, and human communication into accessible worlds of wonder and fascination. He is most proud of having been active in political actions for peace and justice. He lives with his beautiful wife and their beloved Dachshund-Chihuahua in Southern California, where he is currently producing an academic title on international ethnic conflict.
Henrietta must keep a decent relationship with the local lawman if she is going to solve crimes...
Henrietta Gets A Clue
I moved through the crowd to head off the lawman. Benidez had known me since I was a little girl, too. And usually cut me some slack. There were a few times he’d school me in the lore of the Collapse, in my pre-teen days. I hoped to take advantage of those fond memories and protect my aunt. Bold as brass, I stepped right up to him. “Sheriff.” “You came back to town at the craziest time.” His voice sounded familiar and reassuring. He and the librarians had always given me a feeling of safety. Sheriff Damien Benidez was a rock in this town. Aunt Julia had been making a little extra selling moonshine. No one seemed to mind. I could imagine what jokes she was telling her customers right this moment behind us. No one had challenged her open secret because Auntie was a wizard at her still. Yes, it was illegal on the books. But no one had heard of an arrest in years. Besides, this was one big deal, the rail spur from Clovis to New Tucumcari. At least in this north eastern quarter corner of the state.