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    Murder Mysteries # 8
    Murder Mysteries # 8
    Murder Mysteries # 8
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    Murder Mysteries # 8

    By Robert C. Waggoner

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    Murder at the Peanut Plantation baffles the investigators because the victim, at a holiday party, suddenly collapses in the middle of the room with guests listening to him speak. Clearly one of the guests killed the victim, but 'who' will give Marshall Stacy Foreham and her team serious deductive work. Next, on a long bridge in Newport, Oregon a water delivery vehicle is sitting abandoned in the middle. It appears that a suicide is evident. However, upon investigation it was murder. Stacy and team have another difficult crime to solve with leads becoming most unusual and revealing the secrets of some prominent citizens of the town. In Murder in the Peach Grove, the peach grove manager is disliked by all including the owner, but especially the hired pickers. He's found hanging upside down with his innards hanging to the ground. Suspects include: Ex convicts, high school students and other characters. This story will keep you guessing to the end regarding who killed the victim.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherRobert C. Waggoner
    Release dateDec 20, 2017
    ISBN9781370274826
    Murder Mysteries # 8
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    Robert C. Waggoner

    I now reside in the USA in Eastern Oregon. Due to health reasons, I don't write much anymore. I'll continue with a few short stories and all will be free to my readers. I'm privileged to have had thousands of readers download my stories. I thank you all. Happy reading and sure hope you have and will enjoy my writing. Robert [Bob] Waggoner

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      Murder Mysteries # 8 - Robert C. Waggoner

      A Murder in Newport

      Robert C. Waggoner

      Copyright 2017 by Robert C. Waggoner

      Smashwords Edition

      A Murder in Newport

      -1-

      With the case solved concerning the Georgia peanut VIP, US Marshal Stacy Foreham was relaxing in a warm beach cottage on the coast of Oregon with her new friend, Aaron Lake. She had met Aaron on their flight from Eugene to Atlanta, Georgia. He was the co-pilot of the charter plane taking Stacy and her team to a special case involving Stacy's boss, Connie Wilson. Connie had ordered Stacy to solve a case of murder involving an old friend of the Wilson family.

      Aaron, who was aware of the famous Marshal Stacy Foreham from just down the coast in Bandon, Oregon from Newport, fell for her upon first meeting at the coffee machine in the galley of the plane. He discovered after just a few minutes of conversation, a down-to-earth Oregon resident like himself. He dug into his reserve and asked if they could see each other on another occasion. Stacy, much to his surprise, told him she would love to see him off the job.

      Presently the two sat on a comfortable sofa in front of a large plate glass window that faced the Pacific Ocean. A wood stove kept the cottage nice and warm from the chilly on-shore flow of air from the ocean. It was the middle of January and winters can be rainy and cool most of the time along the entire coast of Oregon and Washington as well.

      Stacy had driven herself from Eugene to Newport. Usually she had one of her staff drive her as she really didn't like to drive. However, for a few days off by herself forced her to drive. She had taken HWY 20 to Newport. The she took a right hand turn across the bridge, turned left on Jetty Road. There are many parking places along the jetty and that is where Aaron met Stacy.

      From there she followed him a short distance to his small cottage that overlooked the ocean. It sat amongst some windblown pines, but gave the cottage a sense of privacy.

      Stacy got out with her two bags. One was an overnight bag and her black murder bag. Aaron took her overnight bag and led her through the weathered, once green door. The cottage itself was grey boards that had seen fresher days. It had been recently painted, but Stacy wondered about the weathered green door.

      After the bags were sat down, Aaron turned and said, I know you have a keen eye. You saw the weathered door and it has a story behind it. My mother painted that door and I've fond memories of her with paint brush in hand and green paint flying everywhere. She and my father passed on from a car accident. This cottage was their vacation cabin away from the city of Corvallis.

      I too lost my mother early in her life. I know the feeling, but luckily I've my father left. Well, I'm parched. What have you in the way of green tea? I'm not much of a drinker. Some wine with dinner is nice, she said testing out the new sofa that fit her very well. Stacy also noticed that there was not any giant TV screen anywhere. That made her feel more intimate rather than having eyes glued to screen watching somebody perform some unrealistic act.

      I've got some imported green tea from Korea. I cheated on the plane asking what you liked to drink, he said scurrying off to the kitchen.

      That gave time for Stacy to hit the bathroom and freshen up. In a small cottage it was not hard to find the loo. Also it gave her a chance to check out his toilet articles. For the most part, it was fairly typical. However, she did like the Old Spice smell and he used both for after shave and deodorant. It was a flush of the toilet and back to the nice sofa with a coffee table to set the tray of snacks and her tea on. He had black coffee that smelled much better than it tastes, in her book.

      Aaron said, after sitting down a discreet distance away, I've very little experience with having a lovely lady at my house. I'm still wondering how I had the nerve to ask you for a phone number. So, if I faux pus, cut me a little slack please.

      Stacy laughed and tucked her shoeless feet underneath her while holding her mug of tea. She said, Never mind, Aaron, just be you. Relax and let's talk about whatever comes to mind. I want to hear more about this nice area. It's like my Bandon, but much bigger. Tell me when you moved here and so on.

      Okay. I'm twenty-nine now. My parents died when I was in my last year of the university. My father was a professor there. Mother basically stayed home. However, she too was educated. She edited my father's publications. Anyway, after graduation, I couldn't stand the home we lived in so I sold it and moved here. I was walking the beach one sunny day, when this guy who was jogging, fell and twisted his ankle. I helped him to a place to sit and rest. He was a pilot and got me interested in flying. I liked the idea of not being home to drown in self pity. He lined me up and to make a long story short, I'm a pilot.

      Sad, but nice story. But you're nice looking guy and why haven't those flight attendants grabbed you up?

      "I'm too

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