When a fifty-thousand-dollar orchid disappears, it sets in motion events that take four lives and destroy a political career, yet, re-unite a family.
Nothing attracts the ire of Wolfgang Fenstemier, courtroom sketch artist turned part-time investigator, more quickly than someone dashing the dreams of a young damsel, especially when she happens to be an orphan.
Thus, a good friend and soft heart send Wolfgang in search of a rare black orchid, and he soon finds himself involved with his first murder case in Blood on the Orchid.
His search for the rare orchid leads Wolfgang, and his lawyer friend, Davie Trammell, through the seamy side of Peach State politics to dark, dank mine shafts in north Georgia. They learn the hard way, what pure evil the desire for political power can exert.
Blood on the Orchid
He shook his head, expelled massive amounts of hot air through fluttering nostrils, and sprayed an equal amount of moisture onto his surroundings. She tried to duck away, and raised a bent arm in self-defense, but it was too late.
Then, huge eyes, luminous black opals, blinked as he lowered his head in apology, making it easy for Ashleigh Ray to rub his velvety nose and thank him for another good day of jumps. As usual, she lagged behind the other young equestriennes to say good night to her horse. He whinnied softly, and nuzzled the side pocket of her jacket, sniffing for the Red Delicious he knew would be there.
Taking the hint, Ashleigh reached deep in her pocket, retrieved his after-ride- treat and offered it to him in her right hand. With her left, she stroked the side of his face, and giggled at the sensation of Willing Flight’s nimble lips playing across her palm, as he maneuvered the sweet fruit into his mouth.
“That’s a good boy,” she said, keeping her fingers bent back. “Just the apple—not my hand.”
From a nearby stall, Lester Aaron watched. “You know, I don’t think that horse could bed down without the apple you give him.”
Willing Flight shook his ebony head up and down and stomped his right front hoof three times, as if to agree. His stomping reminded Lester of Trigger counting, and in a nano-second the thought ran through his mind that in today’s environment, Roy couldn't call his horse Trigger, or his wonder-dog Bullet. The PC police wouldn’t allow it.
By the way, my book is available on Amazon, in paperback and/or for the Kindle. I've also helped my mother-in-law produce a book her older brother wrote before he died. It's a family memoir of their times in Reidsville, North Carolina. It's actually a very good read, complete with photogaphs. I was impressed with his memory. If you're into local history, you'll enjoy I Remember Reidsville. I'm going to make it available on Kindle. First, I have to invert a couple of chapters.
I love everything by Vince Flynn! Not to mention Martha Grimes, Rex Stout, Sue Grafton, Robert Parker and Dick Francis.