The Chocolate Mountain Murders

By "Mark Paul" Sebar

An evil Indian God growing in power, human smugglers, a mountain fire and more mayhem then you can throw a rock at and you've got "The Chocolate Mountain Murders" the 5th in the Sheriff Wyler Scott Series. An ancient Aztec chalice, a tough no-nonsense Bronx detective and the elixir for a major explosion that will rock Southern California and humanity, is here. It's non stop action with everyone effected and only one man stands to stop the evil or a portion thereof.

• Language: English
• Publisher: "Mark Paul" Sebar
• Release date: Sep 5, 2013
• ISBN: 9781930246546

"Mark Paul" Sebar

My most important love is story telling of fictional tales, far away places, memorable characters, great beginnings and surprise endings. I can author work across many genres comfortably. If I can connect with you my reader, then I did my job and we are hopefully, both happy.II don't try to author woke, politically correct content, but rather entertainment value work. I like to think of my stories as having a 'Movie in your mind' and if I connect with a reader that way, I have done my job.From my "Sheriff Wyler Scott" franchise to the "CalHouse" Technological terror tales of the 21st century, to a diabolical Veep at Weasle Mortgage and Loa in "$$$Amount Due$$$" to a dying man kidnapped in place of a woman by grey aliens on a disc in "Captura" ... I like my readers to be able to visit all types of places. Even in time, take "Skyway Arizona" where a 747 makes an emergency landing in the year 1885. Or a future detective "Turbadia" a detective from hell for the bad guys who seems unstoppable, to a religious scifi confrontation in the future "Thunder Dead" God versus the Devil and grey alien.It is that imagination, the travels with the characters, the places they have been, a hopeless situation turned around, this is what is important, an escape from the real world for several hours to go on those adventures and meet new characters.That is my world and I hope it 'Rocks your mind' for several hours. Humbly yours, American Author, Poet, Filmwriter and Songwriter, "Mark Paul" Sebar.

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The Chocolate Mountain Murders

Sheriff Wyler Scott Series #5

By

Mark Paul Sebar

Copyright © 2013 All Rights Reserved

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Before you consider reading this story. It is number five in the Sheriff Wyler Scott Series. There are character tie-ins from previous Wyler Scott stories that if you have not read them already, will make a great deal more sense. This story ties in with the first Wyler Scott novel Contact of the Forestry Kin the second novel Idyllwild and the fourth novel Broken Canyon as each previous story pulls in characters that are in this novel. Likewise, this story has a very close tie-in with its sequel Tahquitz so for a better experience, if you have not already read the older titles, please read the previous Wyler Scott novels first. Thanks!

Finally long overdue, but in this novel, I want to personally dedicate this story to the memory of one of the sweetest, kindest ladies out there and an expert on the Cahuillas being one herself, Misses Katherine Siva Saubel. Her historic work made it possible for me to create my fictional character Mohany Rodriguez. Just the sweetest angel of a lady anyone could have ever met. (March 7th, 1920 – November 11th 2011)

Sebar Publishing

First Printing September 2013

ISBN 978-1-930246-54-6 TXu-

Copyright all text and illustrations in this story © 2013 All Rights Reserved

Library of Congress, United States of America

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Chapters

Chapter 01

Chapter 02

Chapter 03

Chapter 04

Chapter 05

Chapter 06

Chapter 07

Chapter 08

Chapter 09

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Extras

Chapter One

Mohany waited outside a small bank in southern Riverside. He was in uniform as he radioed in what was going on to the other deputies. You sure about this Mohany? one asked on the radio.

Mohany checked his watch. Oh they should rob them in about two and a half minutes. Blue car with three of them. Watch the driver and the backseat guy…he has a shotgun.

Will do Mohany. Just watch it yourself, came the reply.

Well, time for me to make a special deposit. He walked across the street and into the bank. A minute later, a blue car arrived, slowly cruising to a parking spot. It had been as he predicted it to Wyler, just several hours earlier. A 211 was in progress and the fate of the bad guys were sealed and wrapped up before their plan was to be accomplished. Indeed Mohany’s powers and future visions had grown over the recent years. They had been a gift from his tribal heritage as a full-fledged Pu’ul (Witchman).

The passenger exited the vehicle, a black kid, and made his way into the bank. As he stepped inside, Mohany grabbed the hand when it pulled a gun, then punched his lights out. He exited the bank and the driver took a quick shot at the deputy. Mohany fell backwards and the blue car lurched forward, only to be cut off by four sheriff’s cars, guns drawn as Mohany stood up. The back seat guy with the shotgun dropped it fast, as deputies with their guns drawn, sent a message that squeezing that shotgun trigger was a futile move, which ended nowhere fast.

Deputy Mohany walked around and opened the car door, pulling the driver out. You guys should have quit while you were ahead, he mused, cuffing the driver. The crime was all but over and a deputy emerged with the inside suspect cuffed.

As usual, a fellow deputy grinned. Great call, ya got the next ones?

Mohany rolled his eyes. Working on it. Though I can use a new bullet-proof vest, this one’s getting old.

Mohany turned in his bed. He was dreaming, surrounded by darkness everywhere. An old Indian God approached, the old man who once helped him atop a rock, overlooking his hometown of Idyllwild California. He glanced up as he was seated upon the ground, a campfire crackling next to him. I remember you, he told the ancient Indian spirit.

Yes, you treated me with great respect.

Why are you here? Mohany asked, standing up to face the Indian God.

I am here to warn you that things will soon change and your abilities will be challenged by events.

I know who you are, Mohany took a deep breath. You are Tahquitz (taw-quish) and you watch over the Cahuillas from abroad. They fear you as pure evil.

But you do not fear me. Instead, you respected me, so I have come against the wishes of others who cannot stop me, to warn you that the damage you face will be severe, and life threatening. That is all I can say for now.

I thank you for warning me.

You are welcome. Now I must go on, for I have other things that must be attended. With that, the ancient Cahuilla Devil God turned and disappeared into the darkness and as he did, the campfire flames suddenly exploded and Mohany Rodriguez sat up; a cold sweat pouring down his face and the smell of the campfire that lingered in his bedroom. He turned to glimpse the window, as the early hours of Saturday morning had arrived.

Mohany got up on the side of the bed and stood up when a knock came at the door. He took a deep breath of air, and then sighed, realizing whom it was. Walking over to it, he opened the door and there was Wyler Scott handing him a fishing pole. Big Bear Lake? Mohany smiled.

Yep, some fine fishing there. Dress warm, Wyler cautioned, stepping inside the cabin. Wyler sniffed the air, turned and noticed the fireplace was dark and cold, yet he smelled something. Smells like you had or have a campfire going.

Had, Mohany turned for a moment smiling, before he disappeared into the bedroom.

Wyler sat down. He picked up the local Idyllwild Town Crier and read off the first page. Got lots of fish stocked up there, Wyler called out.

Mohany exited the bedroom all dressed up for the occasion. I think you are about to have an adventurous day as am I, he smiled, opening the door. Wyler followed. They exited and Mohany locked up the cabin.

As long as we catch some big ones, that’ll be fine, Wyler replied.

Out on Big Bear Lake in a small boat, Wyler held his pole while Mohany messed with getting a night crawler on the hook. What fish were you looking for Sheriff? Mohany asked.

Largemouth Bass…decent eating fish for supper, Wyler winked, and then concentrated, waiting for any bites that happened his way.

Oh, Mohany replied. I don’t think you will find them in this area, he winked back and smiled. But over there, he pointed more towards the dam area on the lake’s western edge, I think you would do better.

And how would you know that? Wyler asked. Indian thoughts?

Something along those lines, Mohany grinned then got back to baiting his own line. I think I have a chance at a Rainbow Trout, besides, trout are also good eating fish. He cast the line with the bait into the water and waited for a bite on the end of his line. I’m getting a bad vibe about this town of Big Bear sheriff.

What kind of bad vibe? Wyler questioned.

Something’s going down in about fifteen minutes at the town liquor store and it may get messy. Mohany’s words caught Wyler’s attention as the deputy’s shaman talents proved invaluable during the years. Just then, Mohany’s line caught a Rainbow Trout and a beauty at that. It was quite large as he took the hook out, tossing it on ice.

Wyler held the thick Motorola cell phone in his hands after pulling the antenna up and dialed the local police in Big Bear. Street name? he turned to Mohany.

Knickerbocker and Brimstone, Mohany nodded, and then reeled in another trout as fast as he had cast his line.

Meanwhile as predicted, an older Chevy sedan rolled to the parking area in front of the liquor store. It had three Latino guys and a Black kid in the back seat. The first guy in the front passenger seat got out, stood up and glanced around. Then he made his way into the liquor store as had been predicted and just then, two four-wheel drive Chevy’s rolled up with Big Bear police on them as the bad kid exited the store with a bag of money. A gunfight ensued and the kid with the money got dropped as the driver of the car took off, running straight into the four-by-four and crashing. It was over in a matter of moments, thanks to Mohany’s intuition, and the peek ahead into events that occurred.

They had sailed the boat to deeper waters with Mohany’s pail quite full of with nine Rainbow Trout and Wyler’s still empty. The day dragged on and the sun was high in the sky, beaming down on the dark blue waters of the lake. It could not have been more perfect for things, and Wyler cast his line into the deeper lake waters, hoping his luck would match the beauty of the mountains. You sure about this? Wyler asked Mohany.

Trust me, when we get to town, call in the police on your phone or pay them a quick visit, after you have a full pail of Bass. Mohany’s words seemed as confident as ever and nothing was going to change them. No sooner had he made that statement then Wyler’s line bent, almost jumping the pole right out of his hands.

It was a big one all right, and he had to fight this baby with every bit of grip. The pole and test line were maxed out. Damned boy, Wyler commented. Like I got a sea monster. He reeled it in slowly—excitement building.

Come on, this is an older fish, a grandma, Mohany mused.

Suddenly they had this bigger fish on the surface and indeed this was a very large and older fish that had lived in the lake for many years. It was almost a twenty-one pound fish as Mohany netted it to assist Wyler in getting it onboard. Damned! Wyler exclaimed with a big grin of pride. You were right again Mister Rodriguez. This catch was about a record for Big Bear Lake and something inside the pit of Wyler’s stomach started to ache as he gazed down at that fish eye glaring up at him. The Bass was sucking air with its lips and gills moving. It was dying here after all of these years swimming Big Bear Lake and Wyler just got a very bad feeling as he continued to stare at it.

Like it feels wrong sheriff? Mohany could sense what was going on. She has a family down below, enjoys these waters. She has been here for over a decade.

Ah heck, Wyler took the fish by the tail and side. You owe me for this. He dropped it back in the lake as it came to life again, swimming downward from view.

Not to worry sheriff, I have enough trout and they taste good too, Mohany reminded him. Getting late, Mohany glanced up at the sun. You have me on a lot of paper work tomorrow.

Yep, I reckon we should get back. Be dark in a bit. They soon loaded everything up and Wyler took a couple of fish from Mohany in his truck. See ya tomorrow.

Mohany got into his Jeep and waived at him. Tomorrow morning, he smiled and made his way into the driver’s seat as the sun was setting. Oh, he called to Wyler. The outcome on that liquor store?

They got em. Showed up when ya said they would. One dead, the other three in custody.

Mohany grimaced a moment. He hated hearing the news that his talents may have caused a death. Bad guy dead?

Yep, Wyler replied. Store owner came out okay. A bit shaken, but okay. Mohany nodded, Wyler waived and they both went their own way, Wyler on highway eighteen and Mohany on the thirty-eight.

Mohany drove fast around the curve in his Jeep Cherokee. He upshifted through the mountain pass on his way home to his multi-story cabin in Idyllwild California. The rumble of the engines on highway 243 between the tall pines, foretold that he was driving too fast. Mohany was tired. It had been a very long day and he relished getting sleep at home. His work to the county sheriff’s department had proved invaluable as his skills only grew with the passing time. He could see near-future events so clearly now, start and stop fires with his mind, talk to the deceased at will and move fairly large objects through the air; and those were just some of what this very gifted deputy was capable of. Stopping robberies, saving members of the community, he had become a small legend in the Riverside County area. The image Mohany brought to the local Indian community far surpassed anything they could have dreamed of.