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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Mystery and Crime  |  House: CRUX HARBOUR

Prepare for long term mysterious, quirky para-something or other, mayhem, thrilling twisted entertainment.












I remember that night well. It was a cold stormy night in mid-November. Crux Harbour was being lashed with ice pellets, slushy snow and wafts of bitterly cold wind, not so unusual for a village on the north shore of Lake Superior with the notorious gales of November so well recorded and the cause of uncountable deaths, but what really made that night significant was the event of Marsha Holondale’s death, a murder so horrifying and gruesome the people of Crux Harbour were left in shock, especially since it was the only murder ever to grace our peaceful little corner of the world. Or so it was believed.

I was born In Crux Harbour, but I got out as fast as I could, away to college with no plans of ever returning, not even to visit. My Mom died the day I was born and my Father was a drunk though he was considered a functioning alcoholic and managed to keep his business working admirably, The Crux Harbour Sentinel Newspaper, a 12 to 16 page broadsheet publication that somehow managed to survive in a world of internet madness and corporate of small-town periodicals.

I was well on my way to a lucrative career as a journalist for one of those corporate news machines when Dad up and died. Dad’s Lawyer Max Wellings wrote to advise me of my father’s demise and that, though there was some intrigue about his passing, he had succumbed to a massive heart attack.

In response, I told him to continue acting as executor and to put the business and up for sale and proceed with the business of my inheritance. His next appeal came in person, unannounced on aggressively. Before I could redirect him, I was on a train with him. Back to Crux Harbour.

As I have already alluded to my position, I never intended to go back to my hometown, nor did I ever once think about taking over the family business. I intended to sell it off, but I didn’t. As soon as I arrived home and read the coroners report concerning the death of Caseman O’Malley II. I found myself delving into the intrigue of his demise and taking over the newspaper. It was a start to a new career and a dark, eye opener to the innocence of Crux Harbour.

I think, to make it a clear story I must begin the moment I became completely was at the same moment that I entered my father’s house as new owner and I found Crux Harbour’s version of a police detective, Shawn Graith, fine-tooth combing the living room.

When I entered the room, he turned toward me and without surprise, but alarming frankness said. “I don’t like it. Nope. I don’t like it one little bit. Your old man and I were good friends this past decade and he helped me a lot in several investigations. It's not like it used to be here kid. Drugs have in and last year Jack Morgrand was caught with his hand in the at the bank. thing for a bank manager. He was paying a blackmailer with our money. Your Dad wrote a classic article about it in The Sentinel. It was Caseman who tracked down the blackmailer, but the creep never went to trial. He disappeared and we heard a year later he was killed in a scam gone bad in the Soo.

A few weeks ago, your Dad let it slip to me, accidentally on purpose that he was investigating a money laundering schemeright here in our little Harbour. Now he is dead, and I think murder.”

“I don’t know much about him after I left. He was a mean SOB the last I saw him. I didn’t know he quit drinking or that he had turned the Crux Harbour Sentinel into a real going concern.” I replied.

“He talked a lot about you and how he wished he could fix things with you, but you never wrote or called, nothing, so he just let it go and hoped someday things would work themselves out. I think he worked so hard at the paper so that he had something to show for his life and something to leave you, and he did. I think you’d be a complete ass if you didn’t take it all on and keep it going. That old rag of your Dad’s has a subscription of 5000 and there are lots of newsstand sales too. The Sentinel is one of the only independent newspapers left within a hundred miles of the Crux and folks are bent on keeping it going.”

speech touched I didn’t make plans to take over the family business just because of him. I started helping him in his investigation of my father’s death and keeping the Sentinel going strong so I could sell it and the house. It was never a conscious thing, me taking the paper over. It just happened. There was another element of Crux Harbour that ended up luring me into staying, but I will talk about that when it gets injected organically into a scenario.

What I discovered during our investigation did not fit into the story I was told as a child and that my old man lied to me from the get-go, and that Crux Harbour had and has a closet full of skeletons and an attic full of very deep and dark secrets. Long old man opened a can of worms that had been fermenting for years since granddad O’Malley started the Crux Harbour Sentinel back in 1899. What a mess and no one wanted that can of worms openedever, becausewelllike so many things in our all about money, all too often, ill-gotten wealth and dark, dangerous business practices andmurder.

When Detective Shawn Graith said, “It’s not like it used to be here kid,” he was wrong. It was the same as it had always been but there was a huge veil obscuring a dreadful truth.

I shall begin with the Lawyer came knocking at my apartment door in the Soo at ten o’clock in the PM., unannounced and with ferocious determination to haul my ‘sorry ass’ home to Crux Harbour.

One final note. In the telling of this story, it has become necessary to indulge in the literary practice of Flashing back and forth because I discovered the past has a direct consequence on its own future.

For the record, I am Caseman Reginald O’Malley III, most people, however, address me as Casey or in the formal, Mr. O’Malley orwell…







Submitted: May 31, 2019

© Copyright 2022 Donald Harry Roberts. All rights reserved.

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An intriguing introduction, DH!

Fri, May 31st, 2019 7:49pm


Thanks Hully

Fri, May 31st, 2019 1:02pm

Vance Currie

I don't have enough reading time to follow novels on Booksie, Donald, but this looks like a good start to me. I have made a few icomments which I hope you find helpful.

Fri, May 31st, 2019 11:16pm

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