I have a story in this anthology. This photo, taken by Gigi Pandian and used with permission, shows me sitting with Toni Goodyear at the mass signing for the book at the Bouchercon. We happen to be next to each other in the book, and therefore sat together on the assembly line.
Last week I wrote about a tale in it that I described as sweet and twisted. You might say we're back in that territory again.
Greta is an eighty-year-old widow with a problem: Andy Griffith keeps trying to arrest her.
That's right, the dead actor. He's dressed as Sheriff Andy Taylor from the old sit-com, but Greta realizes that that was only a character he was playing. Heck, she's not crazy.
So naturally she had to set her sofa on fire to escape him. Wouldn't you have?
The doctor says she is suffering "transient paranoid disturbances," but she is more bothered by what she calls "occasional invisibility," as cops, doctors, and relatives find it convenient to talk over and around her.
Okay, Greta clearly has a clinker in her thinker, but this is a crime story. What crime could involve a sweet old lady who empties into her .22 Ruger into the wall of the laundry room, gunning for the sheriff of Mayberry?
A wild and satisfying ride.
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