Welcome to the special holiday edition of Free Fiction Thurs… er, Saturday. *g*
Thanks to the fine folks at Thunder Valley Press, who’ve been more than patient with me while I’ve been crunching this deadline, I’m happy to announce a brand new Diz & Dee holiday mystery, “The New Year that Almost Wasn’t.” This time around, Diz and Dee are hired on Christmas Eve to find the missing and very pregnant mother of the next Baby New Year.
“The New Year that Almost Wasn’t” will be free to read throughout the holidays. I hope you enjoy it! Merry Christmas, everyone.
The New Year That Almost Wasn’t
Published by Thunder Valley Press
© Copyright 2012 Annie Reed
Cover Art © Nadezda Postolit | Dreamstime.com
The last person I expected to see walk through my office door on Christmas Eve was one of Santa’s elves.
Merry was all of three foot nothing tall. She had green eyes and a cute button nose, and her brown curls had grown out since the last time I’d seen her. When we first met, I hadn’t realized she was a girl, but there was no mistaking her for a boy this time around. In my defense, back then she’d worn one of the unisex tunics like the rest of the elves wore. Today she was dressed in a sleeveless red frock and a red Santa hat, and she had cute little gold earrings in her ears.
Merry had been one of a group of elves from the North Pole who’d hired D & D Investigations to find Santa’s missing stand-in, Norman. I’m Dee, the human half of D & D Investigations. My partner Diz, the other D in D & D, was out buying a Christmas present for my cat. Diz and I had agreed not to buy presents for each other this year since the agency was barely staying afloat, and besides, I had no idea what to get a grumpy elf who had everything and always refused to give me a wish list.
“You’ve got to help me,” Merry said in her high-pitched, helium-addict voice. “I’m in big-time trouble.”
“Don’t tell me Norman’s missing again,” I said. We’d found Norman easily enough the last time. Finding missing persons was, after all, our specialty, like it said on the sign on our office window, but I had a feeling that if Santa’s stand-in had decided to take a powder – again – he’d make himself really scarce this time.
“No.” Merry’s mouth turned down in a sad little pout. “Baby New Year’s mother.”
Baby who’s what?
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