A crime has been committed, and it’s up to you to figure out WHOdunit! Play the game of WHO? For a chance to win a free book! You’ll need to go to the link listed by clicking on the word “Quinn” to read the opening scene….read the various clues by 6 different authors, and follow the directions to win the book. It’s a game of WhoDunit, and the clues are given by characters in each authors current book. I hope you’ll take the time to join us and play…it’s a fun story and you’ll enjoy it, I promise!
Have you read the opening scene yet? If not, then see how it all started from Quinn’s point of view. (Just click on the word Quinn to be taken to the original write up, then go to the next newest blog….and be sure you read mine too) When you get to the bottom, you’ll find links to the other characters in the room who will also give you clues….now, let’s hear from—
***”Grandfather” from Miralee’s book, The Other Daughter
Grandfather looked around the room, trying not to smile at the antics of the younger generation. Seemed like flirting and arguing was more popular than the Native American display they’d stopped to view.
“Who cares about this stuff, anyway?” The plump red-head beside him shifted from one foot to the other and pointed at the artifacts in the glass case. “It’s all hundreds of years old and I can’t imagine any of it was useful even when it was new.” She brushed her hair out of her eyes.
He searched his memory, groping for her name. Ah, yes…Jessica. “You’d be surprised how valuable those tools were to the people who used them, young lady. My grandfather benefited from similar items in his tribe and managed to survive in the Wallowa mountains.” He tempered his words with a smile.
A slow blush crept above the neck of Jessica’s baggy sweater and stained her cheeks. “I’m so sorry. You’re…an Indian?” She whispered. “I guess when you said that about your ancestors, I didn’t realize…I thought…”
He chortled and patted her shoulder. “Don’t worry, my dear, I’m not offended, nor do I have any designs on your hair.”
A frown creased her face. “Oh my gosh! Like I thought you were going to scalp me or something,” she glared and walked away.
Grandfather shook his head and grinned. Young people now-a-days didn’t seem to have a sense of humor, or an appreciation of things from the past. Too bad his FAMILY couldn’t have come…his grandson David and wife Susanne’s two youngsters would’ve loved this museum. Oops…three youngsters. He’d almost forgotten their newest addition, Brianna, who’d recently arrived on the family’s doorstep, claiming to be David’s Other Daughter. The kids would get a kick out of seeing some of the tools and pottery that his own great-grandfather had used.
Though maybe it was for the best they weren’t here, given this latest development. Grandfather watched as Quinn went from person to person, talking to them about what they’d seen. Grandfather didn’t know what he could really add, so he just went on studying the artifacts around him and bided his time.
“Ah-hem.” A deep vibrato voice at Grandfather’s elbow swung him around.
“Yes, Mr. Quinn?” Grandfather glanced at the man whose eyes kept darting from one woman to the other, but always seemed to return to Tiffany of the low neckline.
“Where were you when the book disappeared?”
“Yeah, you seemed awfully interested in all the displays in the book room,” Marina the cop chimed in.
Grandfather waved his hand in the air and smiled. “Calm down, folks. If there’s one thing my great-grandfather Raven passed down to his children and grandchildren, it was honesty and truthfulness. I’ve been chatting with Gracie and Jessica…and Marina, I spent some time with you earlier, too.”
Gracie stepped forward, swishing her long, auburn hair around her bare shoulders. “My boy-friend and my dad both have experience in the intelligence field, and I’ve learned a lot from them. I think it’s a conspiracy, that’s what. Maybe someone at the museum has it in for some of us.” She crossed her arms and glared at Quinn, then swiveled her glance back to Grandfather. “What did you see, Grandfather? If I may call you that?”
“Certainly,” Grandfather replied. “Let’s see…while we were in the antiquities book room I remember you chatting with me about some of the older volumes and I shared a story with you that’s been passed down through the generations among my people.”
Gracie nodded, her face beaming. “That was so interesting! He was telling me about his great-grandfather, Little Raven when he was just a boy…why you’d never believe…”
“Pu-leese!” Rasped Marina, stomping her foot and silencing Gracie. “Go on Grandfather, then what?”
“I noticed everyone leaving the book room headed for the Native American display, and I hurried to catch up. Jessica’s foot seemed to be bothering her, so I walked the rest of the way with her and we were together almost till the alarm sounded. I’m afraid I can’t add much more.” He shrugged and pulled off his cap, running his fingers through his iron gray hair.
“Right,” drawled Max. “Then the lovely gate came crashing down, and here we all stand, trapped, tired and wanting to go home. Whoever has the book, how ’bout fessin’ up, ya hear?” She ran a hand over her fly-away hair, but only succeeded in sending it spiraling into more absurd directions.
He turned to the group. “I agree. I’m sure whoever took it simply forgot they were carrying it. If you’re embarrassed and are having a hard time letting us know, we’ll understand.”
“Humph,” snored Marina. “You might, Grandfather, but I won’t. Theft is theft and someone’s going to pay.”
Visit the other author’s blogs to get the other clues:
Marina by Cyndy Salzmann
Max by Jill Nelson
Gracie by Amy Wallace
Tiffany by Trish Perry
Jessica by Nikki Arana
Have you figured out whodunit? Send the name of the culprit and the six KEYWORDS to Christian Review of Books in a ShoutMail with the subject line WHO?
Have fun with this one? Then you’ll want to come back next Tuesday for WHO? Vol. 2, featuring historical authors Tricia Goyer, M. L. Tyndall, Molly Noble Bull, Cara Putman, and Sharlene MacLaren for a chance to win Shar’s latest release, a heartwarming historical romance entitled Loving Liza Jane.