A Death In Calgary

By Mary Daugherty

Death had come to Calgary driving a 1964 Cadillac hearse and the small little town will have a smaller population when he leaves.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Mary Daugherty
• Release date: Jul 29, 2011
• ISBN: 9781465791863

Mary Daugherty

I am a freelance writer and I have written book reviews for the News Enterprise and I am the Kentucky Literacy reporter for Examiner.com. I have been a judge in the Laural and Maggie Romance reader Awards for the last two years and judge for Writer's Digest self published books awards for the last five years. I have been published in "Echo", a college poetry publication, and I am the author of a short story that was printed in a News Enterprise writing competition, for which I won honorable mention. I am a published writer with the Yahoo Contributor Network (aka Associated Content) and also write book reviews for Our Novel Notions web site. I am a native of Hodgenville, Ky. I have coordinated a number of public service programs, such as: Back To Work (a series of programs designed to aid displaced workers in finding employment), Credit Repair Classes, "MOMs" (a program to aid young mothers), the annual Summer Reading Program Hardin Co. Library for eight wonderful years, and the "Written Word" (a group for aspiring writers). I have also served or am currently serving on the following agency boards: CASA, Spring Haven Domestic Violence Shelter for the Radcliff Area, Radcliff Women's Club (as vice-president), Ky.St.Poetry Society President Elect 2009-2010 and Community Alternatives of Kentucky Board. I hold an Associate's Degree in Human Services, and a Bachelor's Degree in Sociology and graduated from Western Kentucky University, a member of Alpha Kappa Delta Honor Society, and hold a National Golden Key Honor award. I hold a Para-professional Certificate in Library Science. I am a champion for literacy, being an avid reader myself.

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A Death in Calgary

Mary Daugherty

Copyright 2011 by Mary Daugherty

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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead or to actual events or locales is entirely coincidental.

Dedication

This book is dedicated to my dad, Herbert C. Brown.

Acknowledgements

I want to thank my husband, Ray, for his patience, understand and all those shoulder and backrubs. I also want to thank all my friends for encouraging me to follow my love of writing, with special thanks Laura Osterfeld for allowing me see the world through her eyes.

Fleeting are the moments,

Between each breath,

That are wasted on hesitation,

Between life and death….by Laura Osterfeld

Chapter One: The Arrival

Death came to town driving a 1969, black Cadillac hearse. He pulled up in front of the aged motel and stepped from the vehicle. As he emerged from the driver's seat, he stood up and took a dire look around. He was tall and had a head of dark shoulder-length hair that blew in the wind as he pulled the collar of his worn duster up around his neck. He strode around the vehicle and into the lobby of the dated and well used building.

There was no desk clerk to greet him. He looked at the bell.

I hate these damn bells, he mumbled to himself. Hell must be full of these annoying damn things.

Just as he reached out to hit the bell, a young man ran around the corner blabbering something about where he had been and sorry he was not at the desk.

Ok, said the desk clerk, out of breath. His hands were flailing in the air like one of those inflatable thingies.

I take it you need a room! We have two beds or one bed to a room. No fancy stuff like 'fridges or coffee pots or microwaves. Coffee is always in the lobby if you want it. The Pit Stop has some pretty good food if your standards ain't too high. So what'le it be? he finally paused for another breath.

One bed, I won't be staying long and I pay cash, Stated the man.

Your address and phone number, sir. the desk clerk never looked up from the registration sheet.