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|This novel is set in Mountain View,
Stone County, Arkansas. It is a humorous detective mystery with
the main characters solving several crimes in somewhat
unorthodox ways. The main characters will appear in the
next novels being planned by the author, Donald E. Clem.
| Reginald P. Gawker, the only child of Sedrick Q.
and Mavis C. Gawker, astonished his parents at birth and until their
dying day, they remained astonished. To say that they were impressed
with their offspring would be an understatement. They were so proud of
him that Mr. Gawker busted the buttons off his vest swelling with pride.
Actually, Sedrick suffered from chronic bloat and that caused the
buttons to pop. Mrs. Gawker wasn’t quite as swelled with pride as Mr.
Gawker since she very seldom had indigestion. Anyway, they were proud of
him and began to spoil him rotten.
| Sherry watched for the Merc and when it
appeared in the back yard, she stepped out onto the porch and went down
the steps as Reginald got out of the car. She noticed the sour look and
knew what was wrong. She ran up to him, threw her arms around his neck,
and planted a big kiss squarely on his lips. He stood there, shocked,
dumbfounded, and totally addled. He was thinking she was going to tell
him to get lost and now she just kissed him on the mouth. Confusion
reigned supreme in Reginald’s mind.
Sherry unwrapped her arms from his neck and stepped back.
“I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time. Decided today was the
perfect time,” explaining her actions.
All Reginald could say was, “Wha . . . wha . . . wha . . .”
The attempt to speak sounded like the lines of a song by some now long
forgotten singing group. He tried to speak again and the results were
the same. After a short silence, he managed to get out, “You feelin’. .
. uh . . . er. . . feeling all right? I mean. . .? Is there any . . . I
mean,” and stopped trying to speak. Unable to say what he wanted, he
blurted, “Phooey, I don’t know what I mean. I’d better leave,” and
opened the car door and tried to sit down.
| The call came over Reginald’s radio at 2:15
PM. A hit and run had occurred at the intersection of Highway 9 and
Brewer. A green Dodge pickup going south on Brewer had failed to stop at
Highway 9 and hit Marvin Parson’s Chevy. The Dodge turned west on 9 and
headed in the direction of Shirley. Reginald made the run and was in the
process of doing the investigation when another call came in that an
armed robbery was in progress at the Bank of Mountain View. Both city
cars and sheriff’s department were to respond. Since Reginald was the
closest he arrived first, parking his car on Main Street just west of
He jumped out and headed for the bank front entrance,
one-half block away. As he rounded the corner and approached the door,
it suddenly opened and a skinny male with long brown hair, exited. He
had a gun in his right hand. The skinny male seeing Reginald stopped and
then turned to run back into the bank. A customer coming out of the door
opened it just as the robber tried to re-enter the door. The robber ran
into the edge of the door and knocked himself cold. He crumpled in a
heap of skin and clattering bones on the sidewalk.
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