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Intrepid: The Mining Town Murders
Intrepid: The Mining Town Murders
Intrepid: The Mining Town Murders
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Retired college president Ellie O'Shay returns as a lay minister to the mining town where her grandfather Shamus O'Shay was once a fearless lawman. Soon Ellie finds herself embroiled in trying to solve the horrific murders of her predecessor and his wife. Still haunted by her own personal ghosts, she interacts with the people and the history of the town of Clementine searching for clues. Mysterious notes in hidden compartments, huge deposits of cash on her doorstep and subtle warnings only make Ellie more determined to seek justice for the senseless killings. Ellie's life takes many twists and turns as she works with other citizens to heal the wounds of this one time boomtown.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherSaundra McKee
Release dateNov 9, 2011
ISBN9781465804792
Intrepid: The Mining Town Murders
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Saundra McKee

I am a retired educator. I taught in the public schools for 15 years and at the university level for 22 years. I love to travel the world. I enjoy politics, dogs, mysteries and water sports. I am a lay speaker in the United Methodist Church.

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    Intrepid - Saundra McKee

    Intrepid: The Mining Town Murders by Sandy McKee

    Published by Saundra McKee at Smashwords. Copyright 2011. Saundra McKee

    All characters and events in this story are fictional. Any resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental. While some of the places mentioned actually exist, they are used in an entirely fictional manner.

    Chapter 1

    Western Pennsylvania

    November 2005

    Ellie carefully eased her dark green Lexus convertible along the pot holed macadam road that resembled Swiss cheese. It was impossible to miss the cracks, grooves and cavernous gaps. And winter was barely setting in. By spring, the road would be a real obstacle course. The road to Clementine, long ago named for the mine owner’s wife, led nowhere else and seldom received serious maintenance. Most of the five hundred residents drove old SUVs and pickup trucks and didn’t expect much from any level of government.

    Ellie O’Shay hummed The Circle of Life song from the Lion King thinking about all the twists, turns and large circles her life had taken over the years. Her grandfather, Shamus O’Shay had served as the police chief of Clementine from the 1920s through the 1940s. Local historians used words like intrepid, bold, fearless and daring to describe her father’s father who kept law and order in the town. Ellie’s parents had worked hard to ensure that their children would have a better life far removed from the struggles of life in a company owned coal patch. They named their only daughter for Eleanor Roosevelt and hoped that she would live up to her example.

    Ellie had enjoyed great professional and financial success but the recent deaths of family and friends had brought her back to her roots. Her recent spiritual quest had resulted in her being certified as a lay minister in the Methodist Church. An anonymous letter in the mail informing her of an opening at the Clementine Church seemed like a calling. She accepted the position without raising questions about salary, benefits or her predecessors. Somehow Ellie knew that she belonged there at this point in time. She had a comfortable retirement and savings to cover her simple lifestyle. While she would second guess the wisdom of her ministry many times in the months to come, at the onset she felt nothing but joy and anticipation.

    Ellie had signed the one year contract without even realizing the fate of her predecessor. Unlike Ellie, Bob Richards was an ordained minister who had been a pastor for twenty three years. He and his wife, Liz an artist, had been at the Clementine church for seven years. They had been found slaughtered to death in the parsonage over a year before. The case remained unsolved. The Richard’s only daughter, Sara, had been attending school in Ireland at the time of the murders. She now seemed like the only one keeping after law enforcement to keep the case open, seek new leads and obtain justice in the senseless killings.

    Ellie had to admit that she was a bit squeamish at the thought of living in the parsonage where the crimes had taken place. But she had agreed that she would spend two or three nights a week there and the remainder of the week in the cottage her parents had left to her forty five minutes away. Ellie felt certain that the dead posed no harm to her, only the demented living.

    As Ellie neared the village of Clementine, she surveyed the forested rolling hills. Abandoned coal mines, strip mines and oil wells were like cold sores on the landscape. Like many November days in western Pennsylvania, the weather was as grey and dreary as many BBC movies. Abandoned cars, burnt out trailers and dilapidated barns and sheds stood sadly along the highway as a testament to better times. Scientists reported that fish examined in the creek that paralleled the road were rendered genderless from the chemical runoff from mines, wells and factories.

    While Ellie saw the reasons many called the area the rust belt, she saw mostly beauty and rekindled fond memories of family gatherings, spiritual joy and neighborly kindness. She had lived in urban and suburban areas throughout the U.S. and traveled extensively around the globe. Ellie felt much of the world truly paled in comparison to her native area. Despite the November dreariness and leafless trees, Ellie could picture beautiful seasonal summer splashes of Mountain Laurel and rhododendron, the fall kaleidoscope of brilliant fall colors, the pristine snows of winter and delicate flowers of spring. To her the mountain stream was as flowing as a Psalm. It was urban and suburban life that struck Ellie as monotonous as assembly line work and stunk of decay and crime and callousness. Ellie felt like life at the large urban university that she’d retired from had become as much fun as going through airport security or shaving her legs with a dull razor. She reached over to pet her ten year old Jack Russell sleeping on the soft leather seat beside her. "This is a whole new beginning for us, Bug. You’re going

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