Welcome, Dana and Sara. What’s your story?
Sarah: We’re a couple of not-quite over the hill women who can’t seem to stop tripping over dead bodies. And I’m darn well getting tired of it.
Dana: What my friend means is that we sold our homes in a California retirement village after our friends were murdered there by a serial killer in A Village Shattered. We then bought a motorhome to travel the western states.
What does Sarah mean about stumbling over dead bodies?
Dana: We were traveling in southern Colorado when I received a call that my sister, Georgi, a mystery writer, had committed suicide. I knew she would never take her own life so we drove our RV through a Rocky Mountain blizzard to Wyoming to discover what had really happened.
Sarah: Tell Pat about the diary, Dana.
Dana: We discovered my sister’s diary, which helped to solve her murder. We also discovered a vicious drug ring in Diary of Murder.
Sarah: Then we were driving along I-40 in northern Arizona, minding our own business when a pickup truck caused a young woman in her Mercedes convertible to run off the mountain road during a heavy downpour.
Dana: That investigation in Murder on the Interstate nearly cost us our lives when we were kidnapped by homegrown terrorists.
It sounds as though you’re both unwilling amateur sleuths.
Sarah: You can say that again. Although I’m a private investigator’s widow and thought I wanted to follow in my husband’s investigative footsteps, I’m sick and tired of murders interrupting our travels.
Dana: We’ve been in some dangerous situations. I’m a mystery novel buff, which has helped to uncover clues to the murderers’ identities, but we’ve found that solving murders is an unhealthy hobby.
Then why don’t you leave the investigations to the police?
Sarah: Oh, we’ve tried, but our first murder case was headed by a bungling sheriff, a former dog trainer, who had just taken office and half his staff quit in protest because he ran the department like a kennel. Then he fell in love in Dana and has pursued her throughout our investigations.
Dana: And to complicate matters, Sarah has a crush on him.
That could cause problems. What about your daughter, Dana? Hasn’t she been involved in your murder investigations?
Dana: Yes, Kerrie’s an investigative journalist. She’s helped tremendously with most of our cases. But in Murder on the Interstate she’s kidnapped by terrorists and nearly loses her life.
Sarah: Don’t forget about us, Dana. They nearly killed us too. I think it’s time the author retired us and found two more patsies to take our places.
Dana: You’d be bored to death if we stopped solving murders.
Sarah: I’d like to live long enough to collect my social security.
Dana: I wouldn’t depend on that either, Sarah. You know you always have a home with me in my sister Georgi’s mansion.
Sarah: Huh. Remember when the drug gang kept breaking into the mansion after Georgi died? The mansion isn’t any safer than a bus station in downtown Los Angeles. And all that money you inherited from your sister didn’t keep us safe either.
Dana: Even so, it’s better than sitting around in rocking chairs or playing shuffleboard.
Sarah: True, but a little murder-free time would be appreciated.
Why don’t you two take a cruise and leave the motorhome behind?
Sarah: Which motorhome? Two of them have been wrecked already. One by the drug gang and the second when Dana had to crash it into a ditch to escape a killer, who was holding her hostage.
Dana: We can’t leave Bert, our retired police dog, behind again. He spent a month in the kennel while we were investigating the murders in Phoenix. He didn’t even recognize us when we finally arrived home.
Sarah: And Kerrie’s getting married soon to that handsome FBI agent who used her as a decoy for the terrorists.
Dana: (sigh) It’s a murky world out there and I doubt we’ll ever be able to retire. Our author is busy cooking up another plot to place us in danger.
Sarah: She’s going to have to play detective herself to find me in Argentina!
Thank you for talking to me today. Where can we learn more about you?
You can check out Jean Henry Mead’s website. It has all the links to her blogs and books: jeanhenrymead.com.
Click here to read an: Excerpt From “Murder on the Interstate” by Jean Henry Mead