The Organist Wore Pumps

Police chief Hayden Konig is a lucky man. He s wealthy, he enjoys his
work, he has a loving wife, good friends, and lives in the quaintest,
most picturesque town in the North Carolina mountains.With all this
going for him, you d think he d be satisfied. He's not. He longs to be a
writer, a hard-boiled, noir detective word-slinger worthy of the 1939
Underwood No. 5 sitting on his desk a typewriter once owned by Raymond
Chandler. You'd think a machine like this would help. It doesn't.As a
detective, Chief Konig is at the top of his game. As the organist at St.
Barnabas Episcopal Church, he can play with the best of them. But as a
writer, Hayden produces more bad prose than the St. Germaine Garden Club
s annual poetry review."The knob turned, the door creaked, and trouble
spilled into the room, trouble spelled with a capital D -- no, not
Drouble, even though that might make more sense except that Drouble
isn't a word, so not really: capital D, small a, small m, small e (a
Dame) but, come to think of it, a small d would work just as well since
she wasn't proper at all and didn't even try to begin a sentence."What
do the bones of an ancient king, a scoodle of skunks, a farm auction,
the best Christmas parade ever, and an obnoxious deacon have to do with
the dead body floating in Lake Tannenbaum? Maybe nothing. Maybe
everything. It's up to Hayden to pull all the clues together like two
cousins in a Kentucky hayloft. After all, Epiphany is right around the
corner!Hayden Konig's 8th mystery --
The Organist Wore Pumps
It's not what you expect...
it's even funnier!