"Do Not Disturb," by Steve Hockensmith, in Ellery Queen Mystery Magazine, July/August 2019.
This is the fourth appearance in this column by my friend and fellow SleuthSayer Steve Hockensmith. And it's a very different story from him. I expect shorter,usually comic pieces but this is a straight-forward novella. And while he often writes about the old west this is, I think, the first time I have read him delving into the 1940s.
In fact it is 1940 in New York. Colleen Flynn, a former cop, is an assistant hotel detective at the Grand American, a second-string house. "The guys from Ford and Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer and General Foods stayed elsewhere. The Grand American got Studebaker and Republic Pictures and Dr. Ross's Dog and Cat Food."
And the hotel also got a death. Longtime guest Laurence Kaufman hung himself in the shower. Except one of the maids, a Polish refugee, informs Colleen that he was probably murdered. Colleen investigates although her boss points out that her boss points out that bringing bad guys to justice is no longer her job.
Actually, the boss is one of the pleasant surprises in this story, since he goes quite against type.
I wonder if this is to be part of a series because we are definitely left wondering about our heroine. What's her backstory? Why did she leave the force?
Ah, so many mysteries.
Monday, August 19, 2019
Monday, February 11, 2019
This is the third appearance here by my friend and fellow SleuthSayer Steve Hockensmith. I am rather surprised that it is the first one I have listed concerning his series characters the Amlingmeyer brothers. Old Red and Big Red are cowboys at the end of the nineteenth century. Old Red is illiterate but a huge fan of Sherlock Holmes. His younger brother Big Red is his long-suffering Watson.
When this story opens Gus and Otto (to give them either more formal names) have just settled in Ogden, Utah, where they have opened a detective agency. Due to Big Red's big mouth they find themselves out in the hills searching for a pine tree to help their landlady celebrate Christmas. This being a crime story, other stuff happens.
What makes these tales a treat is a combination of great characters and fine language. For example, our heroes meet three children and here is a bit of conversation with two of them.
"We were out looking for a Christmas tree," the boy said, "and we spotted a bear and-"
"I spotted it," the girl -- Sariah -- interjected.
Her brother ignored her.
"--we think it might be dead, but if it's alive we thought we could shoot it and sell the meat in town--"
"I thought we could shoot it and sell the meat in town," Sariah said.
Ammon kept plowing on.
"--but we don't have a gun, so we sent our little brother to find somenoe who did--"
"I sent our little brother..." Sariah began...
You can picture them, can't you?
By the way, if you want to know what happens to the brothers next, you can find out in Hockensmith's new book The Double A Western Detective Agency. I can testify that it is, as Big Red, would say, a real ripsnorter.
Monday, June 4, 2018
This is Hockensmith's second appearance here.
It's 1995 and a young and naive college student gets a job as a receptionist at a video matchmaker service. (The story is peppered with sad and hilarious ads, like the woman who prefers lizards to other pets, or the man who offers to take you on a tour of Ed Gein's farm, the inspiration for the movie Psycho.)
She quickly figures out that her main job is providing a layer of protection between her slime devil boss and his dissatisfied customers. But things have a way of turning around and the ending is full of clever twists.
Sunday, August 26, 2012
I admit I may be biased in favor of this story, simply because of its subject matter, which is one my family is dealing with currently.
Frank is a retired police detective, living in an assisted living complex. Frank's memory is, at best, shaky. He can't always remember what day it is, or the names of his neighbors (although in the case of at least one neighbor's name, Hockensmith notes drolly, "forgetting it had been a choice.")
But now a series of crimes are happening in the complex -- maybe. Unless someone is imagining it in senile dimensia. Can Frank pull himself together long enough to catch the culprit? And what if he is the culprit?
Witty, touching, and a twist at the end. What more do you want?