The day started with typical California “June gloom.” It turned into the starting point for two sisters’ adventures into a world of mystery and crime.
This installment of the acclaimed Sister Sleuths Mystery Series is a whodunit that will keep you guessing until the end!
A fascinating introduction to how the siblings broke into amateur sleuthing by cracking a case full of nuts!
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The driver’s eyes narrowed, piercing the morning fog in search of a familiar landmark. After navigating miles of roads with sharp curves and falling rock, the truck stop was a welcome sight. He exited the interstate and pulled his vehicle to an open pump.
The driver, a man with a long, patchy beard wearing a nylon windbreaker, hopped out, stuck a nozzle in the tank, and wiped the windshield with a squeegee. While he waited for the tank to fill, he threw his jacket onto the seat of the cab and ran a comb through hair sticking out under a Dodgers baseball cap.
He walked inside the convenience store to pay the cashier, a woman with steely blond hair and dark sunburn.
“I’m going to Buena Viaje. They still working on the road to the coast?” he asked.
“Yep. The westbound lane is closed for six miles. I guess we should be grateful the state has enough money to fix the potholes. I blew a tire on one of those things last month.”
“I’m hitting the traffic wrong, just in time for the morning commute,” he grumbled. He looked over her shoulder at pictures on the wall showing glimpses of breakfast specials at the 24-hour diner.
She caught his eye as she handed him the change. “The waffles are good. I had ‘em this morning.”
“Yeah, I might as well be sitting here eating as waiting twenty minutes for a flagman to wave me through.”
“Move your truck to the lot in the back.”
“Sure thing.”The driver emerged from the diner thirty minutes later rubbing his belly. Approaching his vehicle, he noticed one of the cargo doors swinging open. He ran around to the back and saw the broken lock dangling. The Sunny Orchards truck was empty. He threw his baseball cap on the ground and swore.