Happy Mother's Day to all the moms out there. It's a beautiful day in Ohio and I hope to enjoy the weather for a while.
Another terrific week in television. Gotham keeps working the crazy and I'm loving it. The blending of three or more plot threads is terrific and I hope we continue seeing a nice mix of all.
I missed most of The Flash. See crazy month starting for me last post. But, I'll catch up before Tuesday's new episode.
Arrow delivered another great episode. I love having Thea back even if it might only be for a little while. I'm not sure what's going on with Rene, but it'll be interesting to see how that plays out. Something tells me Chase might have something to do with why he didn't show up. I'm truly hoping the final showdown ends up being between Oliver and Talia with a little Nyssa thrown in.
Riverdale's season finale rocked! The first arc is finished and the second one opened with a serious bang. I'm honestly excited to see what the hell happens next. It'll be a major wrench in the Arch / Ronnie duo if her dad had anything to do with Fred's shooting. And something tells me that's a big possibility. Then again, I won't be surprised if that's a red herring and Mayor McCoy is actually the one behind the violence. Or maybe even Hermione. I'll have to wait not-so-patiently to find out. LOL
Last Sunday's Talking with Chris Hardwick turned out to be an excellent show. I'm a Charlie Hunnam fan and having him on for the entire hour was terrific. I love Chris's laid back style a lot.
Finally got caught up on Murdoch Mysteries and, wow, what a season finale. Definitely hope the show is renewed for an eleventh season.
That's it for television this week. Tonight's post is from Storm Down the Drain, a novella built around a prompt of writing a scene in a specific genre with a distinctive tone, like noir. I chose to run with the noir feel but with an added paranormal twist.
Here's the mini-blurb:
On a dark and stormy night, Brooks Algonquin knocks on Velvet Strong's door and asks her to help him find the Burmesian Raven, an antiquity with magical qualities. Velvet takes his case, but quickly learns Brooks has ulterior motives for acquiring the artifact stolen from his family.
And a preview snippet…
Velvet eyed the prime specimen of manhood lounging on her sofa. On the tall side with broad shoulders, he had wavy hair that looked like he'd tumbled directly from his bed. She'd bet he never thought twice about how much the rakish quality would appeal to the opposite sex. His long legs met a narrow torso and the stretch of fabric across his chest hinted at a sculpted and cut physique. Even dressed casually, his body language screamed money and wealth. Of course, the Algonquin name confirmed he could more than afford her fee.
Not that she needed paying clients. A tidy inheritance from her grandfather and a widow's pension, which she more than earned, from her deceased spouse meant she could pick and choose the type of cases she wanted. And she definitely wanted Brooks's.
Velvet read people well—men in particular—and Mr. Algonquin intrigued her. A man comfortable in his skin but not the world he inhabited. She couldn't wait to peel back the layers to find out why he needed her services.
She poured a cup of coffee from her decanter. "You mentioned bringing danger to my doorstep." Sliding the cup in front of him, she settled back on the cushion. "Care to explain?" She tucked her legs up under her filmy robe.
Brooks picked up the coffee and blew across the top. "Well, my family recently had something of great value stolen from them." He took a sip then set the drink back on a coaster. "I need to find it." His voice held conviction and determination and a hint of something not quite above board.
Velvet made a logical leap. "And you can't involve the police because the object isn't really yours." The family name alone gave credence to her suspicions.
Brooks flashed a wry smile. "You're very astute and no doubt keyed into the darker aspects of the Algonquin name." He lifted a shoulder. "And that is part of the reason. We can't go to the precinct and fill out a report for a missing gemstone carved into the shape of an obelisk." He picked up his cup again. "The artifact won't show up on a registry list. And there are people who would claim it as theirs and tie up the court system trying to prove the improvable." He took another sip of the fragrant brew.
Velvet tilted her head to one side. "Does this gem thing do tricks or something?" Why else would a connected family need to hire an investigator to find a bauble?
Her question had him choking on the coffee.
He blinked and recovered, but wouldn't meet her gaze. "Uh, no. No. It's more of a superstition thing. Been in the family for almost a century." He set the cup back on the table, his movements stiff and precise.
Velvet caught the lie and disappointment nudged its way into her brain. Even so, she couldn't resist the intrigue and desire to discover more about this theft and the man who needed to find the jewel.
Leaning forward, she held out a hand. "Well, Mr. Algonquin, looks like I've got myself a new client. I'll take the case." A smile lit his face and his warm hand enveloped hers, his firm grip sending tingles up her arm.
Velvet and Brooks are a fun duo to write and I'm excited about how things play out from here.
That's it for this week.