Working On A Mystery And Daddy Not Having A Clue

Having the run happy attitude everybody seemed to be enjoying the fast-track winning holiday at the Jumeirah resort. Even Rock Rose the headliner who picked up the gig due to being out of the money was delighted to be performing in the enchanted tropical setting.

Behind the bar in this relaxing place was Happy Tappy Tim not caring if his new jersey was going to find its way to the washer. “Is that jersey sure that you are looking out for its best interests?” Mia, a maiden with the attractive special weight shouted a question.

Turning around, seeing Mia, and knowing she is acting the part in her fantasy show Happy Tappy Tim smiled, “so, what are you on now Mia’s Crusades?”

“No just another local concerned about the treatment of jerseys that are bought down at the mall,” the talent coordinator explained being distracted by a tribute on Classic Hill place.

A few miles away they were celebrating a life and Mia’s Father a former headliner on the beach strip was the emcee.

“Our dearly departed Peter Haughton was a winner of the King of the North challenge,” the host told a small group that turned out to remember the individual that inspired the whole community. “He showed us in his own way he was fast as the wind,” the homily continued until they decided to let the ashes fly when the proper gust gave the whistle.

Turning her attention back to what was going on inside the Tiki Torch she noticed a couple celebrating a special anniversary. And the gentleman showed her that he held the King of Spades before clearing the chips to his side. Walking over Mia kindly interrupted, “Am I crossing the black line? Mister.”

“It’s Mister and Mrs. Max,” the wife clarified, “we have been married over sixty years.”

Catching up Mr. Max added, “only thing this King of Spades did was give me a straight blush,” he chuckled.

“That is what I did when claiming I was too hot to seek her,” Mr. Max remembered.

“What did you do?” Mia inquired.

“She told me to go jump in the pool before making our dinner reservations,”

“That is when I projected her a winner,” Mr. Max recounted about making the biggest decision in is life. Looking up Mia saw her father entering the social area, “Mia how are you,” he announced still thinking he was on stage.

“Daddy the guests are relaxing,” Mia commented as he summoned Happy Tappy Tim.

“Son, do you know how to make a backstreet shadow, or do I have to show you?”

“Mr. Peterson, I know how to make a backstreet shadow,” Happy Tappy Tim replied, “keep the orange juice in sync with the vodka while mixing and you will have the new screwdriver tighten things up for you.”

“Your right, kid, just like a shadow on a backstreet should do,”

“Is that what you were to Peter Houghton, a shadow on the backstreets?”

“Yeah, honey spent many nights walking home since we found out our driver had a screw loose,” the crooner recollected, “we just had his Memorial on Nicholas Beach.”

“Such a lovely place,”

“Yes, did you catch the fire?” Mr. Peterson smiled, “It was a winning touch when bringing out the ashes.”

“Yes, Daddy I did,”

“So, what are you doing this weekend,”

“Since I am out of the money,” Mia replied, “I will be workin on a mystery.”

“And what is this whodunit about?”

“A man named Sam McKee had a Memorial, since his classmates found him, he was ashes due to a fire,”

“Really, honey you must let me read it,” Mr. Peterson said finishing his cocktail before leaving the premises to interact with Mr. And Mrs. Max,

“Tim did you, do it?”

“Yeah, Mia I did,”

“You know I loved Sam,” Mia reflected seeing Tim’s caring smile “and this vacation spot is worth millions,” the tapper reminded her about the financial issue.

“Your Father,” Mr. And Mrs. Max came over to the bar, “sung the best Happy Anniversary song,”

“Oh dear,” Mrs. Max continued, “what happen to your face?”

“My prom date was a Hunka hunk burning love,” Mia honestly answered retreating to finish the chapter that needed an ending.