Dear Future Readers of Gold Wings are Murder: Here is a little sample of the book--the opening section of chapter two. This little snippet of a scene over breakfast at the Blue Stone Inn, gives you a good feel for the relationship between our heroes Django and Sorcha. The night before this conversation, Sorcha saw "The Bride," or had a dream, or a vision, or something.
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"And what makes you think it was not a ghost?" Sorcha emphasized the "not," but she wasn't really angry. Not yet.
"Well, for one, because there's no such thing as ghosts," said Django.
"You don't know that."
"Well, I've never seen one, and until last night, you had never seen one."
"There! You've admitted that I saw a ghost last night."
"No. Just speaking rhetorically. You can't trap me with the words that easily." Django looked out the window at their Honda Gold Wing. It was parked almost in front of them--right where the porch steps lead down to the front parking lot.
"Will you admit it might have been a ghost?" asked Sorcha.
"If you'll admit it might have been a figment of your sleep-walking imagination."
"My imagination wasn't sleep walking. I was, and I've never seen a ghost while sleep walking before."
"Ah," said Django like a district attorney pouncing on the key testimony, "so you admit you were sleep walking!"
"Yes, yes, your honor. I admit I was sleep walking."
"And was this your first time sleep walking, young lady?"
"No, your honor. I often sleep walk when I'm sexually frustrated."
"Owe! Low blow."
"Or not," said Sorcha. "What are you staring at out there?"
"Look." Django gestured to the parking lot.
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