Set Sail for Murder
A Henrie O Mystery
Chapter One
The telephone shrilled as I stepped inside the house. I
was hot and thirsty, intent upon reaching the kitchen
and a frosty glass of Gatorade, but, of course, I picked
up the ringing portable phone from the move-scarred
walnut table in my front hallway. Old reporters never
ignore that imperious summons even when the days of
deadlines are long past. I glanced at the small screen.
Suddenly I was breathless.
Caller ID: James A. Lennox.
This was a call I had never expected to receive,
certainly not on a casual summer morning, sweaty and
relaxed after a jog on the university track. It was a
slow jog at my age, but nonetheless I could still pick
one foot up, put it down, take pleasure in exercise.
The ring sounded again. I struggled for breath, punched
TALK. "Hello."
"Henrie O." The clear, resonant tenor was still
youthful, without the dour droop of age. A dear voice.
Once I had welcomed his calls, come to depend upon them,
my spirits lifting when he spoke my name. Jimmy Lennox
had long been a cherished friend and, once, my lover, ... read full excerpt from Set Sail for Murder ebook
