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When Julia and Carly find themselves in the middle of another investigation while on vacation, no one can truly know what will come of it!

Synopsis

An unidentified man clutching a scrap of paper…

A nuclear engineering professor flirting with danger in more ways than one…

Email messages that appear to be coming from a program that was junked in the 60s…

Julia Fairchild and her sister Carly stumble onto a near-dead John Doe while enjoying a week in Seattle. Despite Julia’s resolve to avoid playing detective while on vacation, she is drawn into a web of mysterious emails and modern-day subterfuge.

After she runs into an old friend from her college days, she becomes an unsuspecting pivotal player in an undercover investigation. Fueled by her innate curiosity and sense of integrity, she searches for the answers to her questions.

And learns more than she bargained for.

First and foremost, a large thank you to Reedsy Discovery and PJ Peterson for providing me with a copy of this publication, which allows me to provide you with an unbiased review.


Back with another Julia Fairchild novel, P.J. Peterson dazzles once more. A cozy mystery, perfect for a quick read, Peterson adds depth to her series with this addition that, as Julia Fairchild mentions throughout, ‘does not include a dead body’.  Quick chapters and a narrative that flows with ease, P.J. Peterson shows that her writing ought to be taken seriously, or at least enjoyed by many.


Dr. Julia Fairchild and her sister, Carly, are away in Seattle for a girls’ week. While everything appears to be going well, they notice a man entering a cub one night, who turns up unconscious in the water the following day, a scrap a paper lodged in his hand. It will take all in Julia’s power not to play amateur sleuth, though Carly knows this may be a lost cause.


The plot thickens even more when Julia’s old college beau turns up, a professor of nuclear engineering, who has ties to an old Navy communication project that was shelved in the 1960s. When messages begin emanating from one of the Navy’s old beacons, no one is quite sure what to make if it all. It’s made even more problematic when whispers of espionage could be on the horizon, as intel appears to be going to the Chinese.


While Julia and Carly want to enjoy their time in Seattle, they become enmeshed enmeshed in the investigation, only to be stymied with the lack of progress. It will take a great deal of sleuthing and some risk-taking to get to the bottom of this case, while keeping Carly from getting too upset at the lack of sightseeing that’s being done.


The race to the truth leaves many trails, including a few missing people and a kidnapping of a small child. Whatever has happened, it’s sure to keep everyone on their toes and asking what awaits them. Julia and Carly have surely ended up in the middle of a major mess, but this seems to be just what the doctor (Julia) ordered for their vacation. A great mystery that will keep series fans begging for more!


I discovered P.J. Peterson through my connection to a mutual friend and devoured some of her early mysteries in short order. Now, as each book is ready to be released, I receive an ARC to offer my own views and have nothing but positive things to say. Peterson writes with ease and develops a story that works, without the need for a great deal of minutiae. Quick, enticing, and great for a mystery reader on the go, P.J. Peterson is one to take note of for all who enjoy the genre.


While my mystery reading tends to take me on the deeper trolls through crime scenes and police experts analysis, I thoroughly enjoy these shorter and cozier stories as well. Peterson develops a strong narrative that is easy to digest without all the extra that distracts the reader from the central plot. Quick chapters push the story along and keep the reader wanting to know more. Characters who develop with ease add something t the story, while the protagonist (perhaps we can add Carly too, as she has been in repeated novels) continues to add depth to a story that has been in the works from the beginning. Plot twists throughout help keep things from being overly predictable and leave the reader feeling entertained as they power through the book. I can only hope there are more to come, as Dr. Julia Fairchild is fast becoming a character whose adventures I impatiently wait for as I read to pass the time.


Kudos, Madam Peterson, for a great piece that kept my attention until the final page.


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Synopsis

An unidentified man clutching a scrap of paper…

A nuclear engineering professor flirting with danger in more ways than one…

Email messages that appear to be coming from a program that was junked in the 60s…

Julia Fairchild and her sister Carly stumble onto a near-dead John Doe while enjoying a week in Seattle. Despite Julia’s resolve to avoid playing detective while on vacation, she is drawn into a web of mysterious emails and modern-day subterfuge.

After she runs into an old friend from her college days, she becomes an unsuspecting pivotal player in an undercover investigation. Fueled by her innate curiosity and sense of integrity, she searches for the answers to her questions.

And learns more than she bargained for.

Chapter One

Traces of snow on the highest peaks of the Olympic Mountains stood out against brilliant blue skies as Julia and Carly traveled north on Interstate 5 to Seattle.

Julia and Carly had just passed the multiple entrances to JBLM, officially known as Joint Base Lewis-McChord, which was the home of the United States Army I Corps and the 62nd Airlift Wing. The traffic along this part of I-5 between Olympia and Tacoma was brutal during weekdays when the commuters added their numbers to the thousands of military and civilian personnel who worked at the base itself. On this beautiful Saturday in May, Julia was able to cruise along at a comfortable seventy miles per hour, and had thus far not encountered any delays due to accidents or other mishaps.

“We should be pulling up at the hotel shortly after two o’clock,” said Julia.

“I don’t understand why you decided to visit Seattle for a whole week,” said Carly. “It’s not like you’ve never been here.”

“Like I told you last week, Josh and I had planned to do all the things normal tourists do when they come here for the first time. Even though he’s not coming, after all, I decided to take the week off anyway and play tourist. When I was getting my bachelor’s degree here at the U of Washington, I didn’t have the time or the money to do half the things you and I are going to do.” She smiled at her sister.

“I’ve been hesitant to ask about Josh,” said Carly, giving Julia a little sideways look. “Is there something you want to tell me?”

Julia sighed wistfully. “His company decided to open an office in New York City instead of on the west coast. Josh was asked to be in charge of setting it up, and he couldn’t turn it down. He’s entrenched on the east coast and loves what he does there as much as I’m happy to stay on this side of the country.” She sighed again. “It’s so difficult to have a serious relationship from 2,500 miles away, so we agreed to call it a day. Maybe I’ll be sorry in the future, but his heart is somewhere else right now. And I really don’t want to move to New York and start all over with a new medical practice.”

“I get it. And I’m so sorry it worked out like that.” Carly patted her sister’s arm. “Someday, you’ll meet the right guy. Be patient.”

“The perennial optimist,” replied Julia. “But thanks for the encouragement. And thank you for joining me. It’s always more fun to share experiences with someone.”

“As long as you feed me and let me have cookies now and then, I think it’ll be great,” said Carly. “And no dead bodies.”

Julia laughed. “I promise.”

“I’ve heard that before, sis."

Julia could only shrug. Carly was right: she’d been with her sister previously, and either from being in the wrong place at the wrong time or needing to help with her medical expertise, they had, in fact, ended up with a dead body to deal with. But this was going to be a whole week to just have fun and explore the Emerald City.

* * *

The sisters leaned on the rail of their balcony overlooking Elliot Bay and watched the harbor traffic. The mid-May day was sunny and full of promise for decent weather for the "Spooked in Seattle" tour Julia had reserved for their Saturday evening. They watched the ships and boats and ferries in silence for another while.

“That’s the third cruise ship I’ve seen heading out of the harbor,” said Carly. “I didn’t realize there were so many options from Seattle. Are they all going to Alaska?”

“When I stayed here for a conference last fall, one of the desk clerks told me that two or three cruises leave from the docks from downtown and Elliott Bay almost daily. They may be going to Hawaii, or to Asia, or down the coast toward California or Mexico, in addition to the Inland Passage to Alaska. ”

“So it’s not just a Saturday departure anymore, as it was when Dad and I rode one of the cruise ships to Alaska,” said Carly. “Of course, that was a few years ago now.”

“He loved that trip. Cheers to Dad!” Julia and Carly smiled at each other. Their father had been a wonderful man, and they both missed him.

Julia Fairchild, M.D. and her younger sister Carly Pedersen had grown up with their four sibs on a small farm in southwest Washington state, four miles from the nearest town, as had their dad. Julia had always wanted to be a doctor and “help people” and had been practicing internal medicine for nearly ten years in Parkview. Though she’d planned to live and work any place other than where she’d been born, she was glad now that it had worked out that way. 

Her workaholic nature made it a challenge to take time away from work, so she was determined to make the most of the week, despite her disappointment in breaking up with Josh. She was still single in her mid-thirties, although she had briefly been married right out of college. She wasn’t unhappy or really lonely, she reminded herself. After all, she had a rewarding career and a great dog, Trixie, a rescue beagle mix, as her companion. Trixie seemed to enjoy her own vacations at a dear friend’s kennel, where she became part of the household with the other resident dogs.

Carly, the youngest of the clan and four years younger than Julia, had finished college before returning to live on ten acres of their father’s parents' homestead while also working in Parkview. She was married to a local guy, Rob, who congenially went along with his wife’s need for “girl time” with her sister Julia. She had inherited the golden blonde curls of their mom, along with hazel eyes and an electric smile, while Julia, at two inches taller, resembled their dad, with her brunette bob and blue eyes. Although different in appearance, the sisters were similar in interests, as well as fast friends. One thing they both enjoyed was a spooky mystery.

“What is this tour you’ve lined up for tonight? I’ve never heard of it,” said Carly.

“One of my friends told me about "Spooked in Seattle." She said it was spookier than all get-out.”

“So, it’s not the same as the "Underground Seattle" tour?”

“No, although there apparently is some crossover, from what I’ve read. I’ve done the other tour several times, but not in at least ten years. This one sounded like it was worth trying.”

“With your luck, we’ll probably see a real ghost,” said Carly.

“At least a ghost would be dead already.” Julia grinned at her sister.

* * *

That night, the pair of tour leaders told numerous stories of paranormal experiences that couldn’t be explained in any rational manner. Julia’s skin prickled as she listened to the believable tales that had been reported by multiple observers. She recalled that one of her neighbors told her of seeing the upstairs curtains being moved aside in her own home at a time when it was totally vacant. For that very reason, she always turned the lights on when she went upstairs, just in case Mrs. Weedman was still hanging about doing ghostly things. Since older homes had their share of creaks and squeaks, she wasn’t convinced those in her own home were caused by real ghosts. But turning the light on couldn’t hurt.

She had to chuckle when she thought of her neighbor using sage to rid her bedroom of the ghosts of its previous owners. Hayley, the dog, had started growling at one corner every night, so she went to a local mystic's shop and learned about the sage-burning method. It seemed to work, and the ghostly inhabitants moved out. Or, at least, her dog quit barking at the corner. She and Carly had also encountered the local spirit woman on Virgin Gorda using sage the previous fall. She had been burning the herb to exorcise the bad spirits from the area of the beach where the sisters had found a young woman dead a day or so earlier.

Julia and Carly sipped their glasses of Cabernet Sauvignon as they sat in the lounge after the final stop on the tour. A dozen or so of the other tour guests joined them in the darkened room.

“My skin is crawling,” said Carly. “I’m not sure I want to go back outside after this tour.”

“It was scary, to be sure,” said Julia. “I’ve never experienced paranormal activity myself, or I don’t think I have. Now I wonder.”

“Let’s get out of here and grab a taxi,” said Carly. “It’s almost the witching hour. And I want to be at the hotel before midnight."

Several small groups stood in front of the pub while waiting for a cab to pull up. Julia observed a quartet of men who emerged from an adjacent alley. One of them turned toward her and locked eyes. His eyes were wide and his face pale in the streetlight, as if he were terrorized, she thought.

“That man looks like he’s seen a ghost,” she said, pointing a finger in his direction. “I’ve never seen such a frightened look. Do you remember seeing him on the tour?” 

The man had turned his face away and was being helped into a taxi by the time Carly spotted him. “I’m not sure. All I saw was the side of this face.”

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I'm a retired Internal Medicine physician who started seriously writing mysteries as my outlet for dabbling in medicine. After all, a doctor is a kind of detective who solves medical mysteries. I have two series: Julia Fairchild Mysteries and the new Christie's Flower Shoppe Mysteries, view profile

Published on November 28, 2022

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