Exactly sixty-five minutes before the raucous fire engine ride, at Town Hall, the mayor of Serendipity steepled his fat fingers.
“For the second time in less than three years, there’s been multiple murders in our little town. Who did this b****y deed and can our small police force solve it in time for the next election?” He blew smoke rings from his bulbous lips into the room that served as both an office for him and a poker room for his cronies.
“Before we call in the RCMP, we should try our trusted Annie Hansen and Detective Mark Snow,” the mayor’s assistant, Henry James, suggested. “They’ll keep the investigation under wraps for as long as needed for the benefit of Serendipity.”
“They done a good job together,” admitted Mayor Lorne O’Halloran. “Been peaceful here in our little Paradi
