Are you guys ready for a new Armadillo Mystery? Because it’s only days away, according to my publisher, Pro Se Press. Which means – choo choo! – the hype train is leaving the station! All aboard!
But in the meantime, I have a present for everyone. With permission from head honcho himself, Tommy Hancock, I am posting the first chapter of THE DAME WAS A TAD POLISH. What kind of trouble has Dilbert Pinkerton gotten himself into this time? Let’s let Dill describe his new adventure.
The name’s Dilbert Pinkerton: mutant armadillo, private detective. I dig for the truth.
The truth is, this is my first murder mystery since moving to Nevermore Bay and it’s a doozy. This guy was found impaled on a flag pole nearly thirty stories high. Innards spilling all out in the open like they decided to take a vacation from his body. Captain Greyer called me in to consult, but after my first case in Nevermore, the police ain’t fond of having me around. Neither is the star witness to this case.
Lily Pad – TV actress and mutant frog – is staying right across the street from where the body was found. In fact, her apartment window lined up in perfect view of the dead guy. Almost like the murderer wanted to make sure Lily saw it when she’d open the curtains in the morning, drinking her morning java.
Thing is, though, I can tell Lily’s hiding something. She’s connected closer to this case than she’s letting on. Worse, anti-homoanthro sentiments are already pretty strong with me in town as it is. Maybe if I can figure a way to get close to her, keep her safe until all this comes to a head.
Before she loses hers. Continue reading