Whisky Hernandez
Cozy Mystery
Setting – Martinique
Independently Published (November 25, 2022)
Hardcover : 269 pages
Synopsis
Martinique. Memories. Murder.
A mystery is abound and the government has called in by special invitation the world’s greatest detective by study and trade, Whisky Hernandez, to help and assist the local police and solve the case fast, making use of her language proficiency in French and Creole. Full-time hygienist and part-time sleuth, this licensed private investigator, daughter of a talented New York and New Jersey former police detective, utilizes the help of her humorous photographer partner to get to the bottom of the mystery that is revealing itself on this island of flowers.
These honest and generous partners of crime-solving are experienced members in obtaining the proof they need to arrive at and protect the truth. Keeping her anxieties and panic attacks in check with the help of her service animal, Whisky is determined to dive into a variety of guilty-looking suspects, analyzing, scrutinizing, and, outsmarting all the ways the villain, the killer, is trying to get away with the clever crime.
Secret undercover work, hidden riddles, challenging puzzles, unique perilous and dangerous situations are all up against Whisky. But along with some banter and comic relief situations with her sidekick partner, our worthy and reliable hero will lead the way and do what it takes to get the job done. With twists, turns, swerves, and contorts, this resolute private investigator plunges into the depths of Martinique, coming up for air in an unforgettable ending.
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Guest Post
Library sitting, don’t want to offend
When one does research at their local library there are certain expectations. Now while it’s true these expectations are dependent in large part on where the facility is located, how large it is, and whether or not it’s open, they are baseline expectations nonetheless and should be upheld to a standard that is good, no, great. And if the bookish landscape by which you have immersed yourself in, is Dickensian in every way, this should not impede on these aforementioned expectations.
For one thing, (and it should be noted that this is not a treatise or even a small dissertation on your local library accommodations), there needs to be pencils without erasers that need to be placed next to a small stack of small rectangular paper. And of course the pencils should be small. The reason for this is most likely that librarians command a level of resoluteness in their informativeness and there is no need to erase the catalog number they provide you with. As all people are equal, you as the patron of this fine, no, great, establishment need to play by their rules. The other reason for providing these pencils that have looked like they used a pencil sharpener incorrectly is that you must get used to gripping a writing utensil that may fall out of your hands at any moment. Because libraries serve as institutions for educating both the youth, the elderly, and the ever-disappearing middle-aged class (so sociologists have been reporting for years), what would happen if one’s writing utensil down the line slipped from their fingers and they signed their name John Hancock when their name very well was nothing of the kind. As seen, these two reasons for the first expectation tie into one another.
Now the second thing, the second great expectation, one which Pip would most assuredly expect if Miss Havisham managed a modern-day public library, would be that printers always have ink in them. This requirement even supersedes the prior one mentioned in the previous paragraph for to have no ink on a printed page defeats the purpose of using such a contraption in the first place. I say contraption as this might have been the language used by any Victorian Englander should they encounter a laser, inkjet, impact, LED, daisy wheel, or label printer. (If that is not the era-appropriate word, I will look it up at the library.) Many have the luxury of an at home-printer, but there are many, quality, no, great, citizens of the United States that have to scurry off to their library to print out an assortment of items, some of which might mean the difference even between marriage or no marriage. If it seems like that last little remark was personal, it was. Not to me, but to my fiancé who because there was no printer…Well, I’m not married, so you can piece that together. Nevertheless, these printers, equipped with ink that has not just chiefly been sourced from the melanin in squid ink, need to do what they say they’re going to.
Which brings me to my third, last, and final point of these library expectations. And that would be librarians liberally using the word “shhh”. I have been to a fair, no, great, amount of libraries around this country, territories included, and the knowledge that at a moment’s notice one dutiful librarian will utter that word that we have all come to know so well has brought order back to the potential chaotic sound nature. For if one person begins to talk and they are not stopped, someone else shall soon do the same. Like dominoes falling or a chain event rattling, the library could very well soon be a concert. But this would be nothing more than a concert of jibber-jabber, blather, and chatter. Perhaps it would inspire a poet’s stanza or two, but this would be all. So it should be quite apparent to all that set foot in a library that if they begin to raise the volume of their voice above the threshold that should not be crossed and they are not met by a “shhh”, the library has not done what it was supposed to and should be spoken about immediately. In a whisper of course.
So as has been said, there are three great expectations that a library needs to uphold in order to be a true establishment of book lending status. Let it be known throughout the entire plethora of daily, weekly, monthly, and statistically less than annually visitors of the educational building pillar of any community that if these three mandates are not met, their claim to libraryship must be challenged. Maybe someday in the future I’ll discuss the proper amount of time one needs to stay at a table when another person sits down, but etiquette is a whole other topic. Thank you and be a continuous, no, great, reader.
About the Author
J.S. Mason is an author of four short story collections and one cozy mystery and has the distinct honor of graduating pre-school, elementary school, middle school, high school, college, and law school, receiving a diploma from each of the aforementioned education establishments.
Aside from their outstanding excellence within the field of academia, J.S. Mason has quite the records in the athletics department, hitting one triple, bowling one turkey, and scoring three hole-in-ones in a single miniature golf game.
Extending to the performing arts, J.S. Mason has played a sheriff with a past, a pushy prosecuting attorney, and literally a spear carrier, only to hang up their boots/tie/spear because there was too much drama.
Other noteworthy accomplishments of J.S. Mason are that they have a first, middle, and last name.
Impressively, with a background in law enforcement and trial litigation, J.S. Mason always manages to have their shoes tied when they aren’t wearing Velcro.
J.S. Mason is most proud that they are referred to in the third person on their bio, as this is always how they refer to themselves.
J.S. Mason is happy with this.
J.S. Mason is satisfied with this.
J.S. Mason is excited to provide more high quality books to their audience and hopes they consume them with the utmost pleasure.
For clarity, in response to what some of their reviewers have said, they are correct – J.S. Mason is in fact an honorary A.I. module from M.I.T.
J.S. Mason hopes for you to have a good day and get through it because it can be hard sometimes.
J.S. Mason looks forward to giving you the experience you deserve.
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