The Case Of Flamingo Fakery: Holiday In Holiday Short Mystery, #3

By S. Newell

This story was previously published in A Flock of an Alibi.

It's a flamingo invasion!

When Mandy wakes up to a town covered in flamingos, she assumes it's just another over-the-top town celebration, but the town decorating committee denies any responsibility. With tensions on the rise among the shopkeepers and flamingos coating every surface, Mandy must find the source before her best friend, Samuel, has a meltdown over the fact that he forgot to make flamingo cupcakes.

• Language: English
• Publisher: S. Newell
• Release date: May 28, 2022
• ISBN: 9798201481254

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The Case Of Flamingo Fakery

Holiday In Holiday Short Mystery #3

S. Newell

Copyright © 2021 by S. Newell

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No portion of this book may be reproduced in any form without written permission from the publisher or author, except as permitted by U.S. copyright law.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Author's Note

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Chapter One

Mandy squinted against the blinding early morning sun as she dragged herself up the bright white, concrete steps of Holiday Beach, Florida’s town hall. Again and again her best friend Samuel, owner of DelKitty Bakery, told her she needed to get more sleep. Why did she never listen?

The man went to bed before the sun, but he sprung up at four a.m. ready to take the breakfast rush by storm. Whereas she stayed up late enough that the stars gleamed and the world went silent. When her alarm went off, she had to slam the snooze button five times before she crawled out of bed like a zombie fresh from the grave.

The sting of it all was especially painful as she scrambled to make her eight a.m. meeting with the boss. She hadn’t even had time to stop for breakfast or a hot chocolate.

Her feet thudded through the marble halls, leaving a reverberating echo of Chuck Taylors that filled the space as she rushed to the mayor’s office. They weren’t very professional shoes, but in her job as the town’s publicist she split her days between working on her computer and walking the streets. She’d learned early on that