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    Flo Charts: SILVER HILLS COZY MYSTERIES, #1
    Flo Charts: SILVER HILLS COZY MYSTERIES, #1
    Flo Charts: SILVER HILLS COZY MYSTERIES, #1
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    Flo Charts: SILVER HILLS COZY MYSTERIES, #1

    By Sam Cheever

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    Come to Silver Hills. Where new friends are made and a grim reaper is born.

     

    Agnes Willard is moving into Silver Hills. She's worried about the change and concerned about fitting in. Luckily for her, Florence Bee has decided to take Agnes under her wing.

    When Agnes' cat Tolstoy escapes as they're getting Agnes settled into her new apartment, they quickly find him across the hall, perched on a dying woman's chest.

    The new friends soon learn three things from the experience:

    1. The cat definitely has an instinct for and proclivity toward people who are on death's doorstep. 2. Finding and avoiding a killer is a really tough way to spend your first days in a new place. And 3. Agnes truly does have a unique talent for debauching a crime scene.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherElectric Prose Publications
    Release dateFeb 24, 2018
    ISBN9781732050709
    Flo Charts: SILVER HILLS COZY MYSTERIES, #1
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    Sam Cheever

    Nobody really cares that Sam Cheever is a USA Today Bestselling Author. Nobody cares that she’s written a whole ton of fun and snappy books. Let’s face it, the most interesting thing about Sam is the fact that she’s a dogaholic. Yeah, there’s no Dogaholic’s Anonymous chapter that can help her. Believe me, she’s looked. So Sam deals with her problem the best way she knows how. She digs into the mountains of personal experiences (mostly involving dog poo) to write GREAT dog characters. Oh, and there are some people in her books too. She’s also pretty good at those. Want to ask Sam about her dogs…erm…books? You can connect with her at one of the following places. Just don’t ask her why she has 16 dogs. Nobody in the whole wide world can answer that. NEWSLETTER: Join Sam's Monthly newsletter and get a FREE book! You can also keep up with her appearances, enjoy monthly contests, and get previews of her upcoming work! http://www.samcheever.com/newsletter.html TEXT NEWS ALERTS: Or if you'd rather not receive a monthly newsletter, you can sign up for text alerts and just receive a brief text when Sam's launching a new release or appearing somewhere fun. Just text SAMNEWS to 781-728-9542 to be added! ONLINE HOT SPOTS: To find out more about Sam and her work, please pay her a visit at any one of the following online hot spots: Her blog: http://www.samcheever.com/blog; Twitter: http://twitter.com/samcheever; and Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/SamCheeverAuthor. She looks forward to chatting with you! She has a technique for scooping poop that she knows you’re just DYING to learn about.

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      Book preview

      Flo Charts - Sam Cheever

      Come to Silver Hills. Where new friends are made and a grim reaper is born.

      Agnes Willard is moving into Silver Hills. She’s worried about the change and concerned about fitting in. Luckily for her, Florence Bee has decided to take Agnes under her wing.

      When Agnes’ cat Tolstoy escapes as they’re getting Agnes settled into her new apartment, they quickly find him across the hall, perched on a dying woman’s chest.

      The new friends soon learn three things from the experience:

      1. The cat definitely has an instinct for and proclivity toward people who are on death’s doorstep. 2. Finding and avoiding a killer is a really tough way to spend your first days in a new place. And 3. Agnes truly does have a unique talent for debauching a crime scene.

      CHAPTER ONE

      Florence Bee stood in the side yard of the Silver Hills Senior and Singles Residence and watched the small moving truck pull to a stop near the front door. She was always happy to see new people moving into the Residence. It hadn’t been that long ago when she was new herself.

      Her dog Rodney, a slightly overweight red-haired dachshund, leapt on a hapless grasshopper as it attempted to hop on by. He danced happily around to grin at her, skinny tail wagging wildly, with the poor bug hanging out of one side of his mouth.

      Flo grimaced and turned her attention back to the van.

      Nobody had climbed out yet. She wondered what the person inside the cab was doing.

      She’d moved to Silver Hills eight months earlier, when her husband Hank had succumbed to a gas bubble gone wrong. More properly called an air embolism. She’d been a bit out of her comfort zone for a few weeks after the move, not knowing anyone and having to learn to live in an apartment rather than a house with a sizeable yard and neighbors who kept to themselves.

      Nobody kept to themselves at Silver Hills. And those who tried were socially beaten about the head and shoulders until they capitulated.

      She’d learned to share her life with approximately 200 other people of all ages and temperaments. It had mostly turned out well. Though there were a few whose irritable presence Flo could do without. She generally liked only positive influences in her life, believing that Negativity was aging to the soul.

      The driver’s side door finally opened and a large woman with a graying brown pageboy and shoulders as wide as a linebacker’s lumbered out and closed the door. She stood in the drive and looked up at the building, her wide face filled with tension. Despite being close to six feet tall and probably weighing over two hundred pounds, the woman looked a little lost.

      Flo felt an instant affinity for the other woman. It hadn’t been all that long ago since she’d been in exactly the same position. She tugged Rodney’s leash. He’d been rolling around on his back, growling happily, but he leapt just as happily into movement as Flo headed toward the van.

      The other woman turned a worried face toward Flo as she approached. Flo gave her a welcoming smile. Good morning. She offered her hand. I’m Florence Bee. My friends call me Flo.

      The newcomer shook her hand, nearly crushing it in her big, meaty paw.

      Rodney growled long and low and the hairs on his back lifted warily.

      The woman gave Rodney a wary glance and then shifted her gaze to the cab of the truck. A wide, orange face popped up in response to Rodney’s growl and the fat, striped cat hissed in his direction.

      I’m Agnes Willard. That’s Tolstoy.

      Flo nodded. He’s a handsome boy.

      Thanks. Agnes Willard said, finally smiling.

      You’re moving in today?

      I am. She frowned as she responded.

      When is your help arriving? Flo hated to pry, but she had a funny feeling that Miss Agnes Willard was more alone than she’d originally thought.

      Agnes shrugged. It’s just me.

      Oh, hun, Flo said, shaking her head. That won’t do at all.

      Agnes blinked rapidly, clearly surprised by Flo’s attitude. It’s okay. I’m strong.

      I’m sure you are. But I don’t care how strong you are, you can’t lift a couch or a dresser by yourself.

      I’ll be fine. The other woman’s tone was dismissive. Clearly, she didn’t like Flo’s interference. But Florence Irene Bee was nothing if not determined and she had no intention of letting the poor woman try to move into Silver Hills all by herself. She reached out and patted Agnes’ hand. I’m sorry. I know I’m being pushy. I don’t mean to be, really. It’s just that...well...here at Silver Hills we take care of each other. It’s like one great big family.

      Agnes seemed to be thinking about that, her bushy eyebrows lowering over a gray gaze. Finally, she smiled. I’m an only child. I think I’d like a couple hundred brothers and sisters.

      Flo laughed, deciding she was going to like Agnes Willard. You might hold that thought until you meet some of them. There are definitely a few crazy aunts and uncles in the mix.

      Agnes’ grin widened.

      Come on, Agnes. Let’s go find you some help.

      FLO WAS TEARING DOWN the final box hours later when Agnes stumbled heavily into the room, her round face filled with panic. She wiped her dusty hands on her pants as she stood. Is something wrong?

      Tolstoy’s missing.

      Flo tried to show a calm front but, judging by her new friend’s demeanor the news was not good. Surely he wouldn’t go far.

      Agnes frowned. It’s a new place and he’s not familiar. He could easily get lost.

      Flo patted Agnes on a widely made but surprisingly firm arm. No worries. We’re self-contained here. He can’t get outside unless someone lets him out and the residents know not to do that. We don’t have a lot of pets here but we have enough that there are rules of behavior.

      Agnes nodded her head but she didn’t look convinced.

      Come on. I’ll help you find him.

      Agnes gave her a tight smile. Thank you.

      What are friends for? Flo grinned back.

      They headed out of the apartment as two of the young people from the Singles side were walking away, chatting about going out that evening. Flo briefly envied them their youthful energy. After hours of unpacking Agnes’ stuff, she was ready for a quick shower and a night in bed reading her latest favorite mystery.

      Thanks for your help, Agnes called out.

      The two women turned. The shorter one, with a head full of bouncy blonde curls, gave Agnes a thumbs up. "Come on down

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