Showing posts with label private investigator. Show all posts
Showing posts with label private investigator. Show all posts

Thursday, April 11, 2013

Boomer Lit

Boomer Lit Friday

A weekly blog hop event for Boomer Lit writers

Thanks for stopping by to participate in Boomer Lit Friday. Every week authors of books featuring Baby Boomers post excerpts on their blogs. Click HERE to connect to more.  

Our snippet today is from I.O.U. SEX, the story of three lifelong friends who make a pact to track down their high school boyfriends. June and Kiki have found their high school steadies, but Peggy hasn't been as lucky.

Peggy sat on the patio by the pool eating Krispie Kreme doughnuts and drinking a Coke, wondering what Kiki and June were up to. She hadn’t heard a peep out of either woman since their lunch, and she was dying to hear the latest in their boyfriend saga. These days, their lives rivaled “As the World Turns” for drama, and she hated to miss a single episode.

Since their last conversation, Peg had attempted to find where Mark was living without any success. She’d tried Kiki’s approach and done a computer search, typing “Mark William Smith” in the Google search box. When she hit “enter,” millions of hits popped up. Overwhelmed, she clicked on the big “X” and turned off the confounded machine. Given her computer ineptitude, she knew she’d probably done it wrong somehow. With only Mark’s name to go on, finding him on the internet would be like searching for a needle in a haystack the size of Texas.

The solution came one sleepless night when Peggy turned on the TV and saw a “Rockford Files” rerun.

“Why didn’t I think of hiring a professional before?” She said the words out loud to the empty room.

She wondered how much an investigation would cost, and what she would tell the detective. Peggy laughed, imagining herself explaining Kiki’s crazy idea of payback sex to a complete stranger. The guy would probably fall off his chair laughing at the idea that a fat broad like her even had such fantasies, much less intended to act on them.

And what would she tell Ken? Not that her husband paid much attention to what she did, but she’d need to come up with some plausible story for how she spent the money, just in case he noticed.

Peggy decided to go for it. She went to the kitchen to find the Yellow Pages to see if private investigators were listed.

I.O.U. SEX is available in paperback and eBook formats from
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