The Desert Hedge Murders by Patricia Stoltey

First Line: I barely had time to slide my hotel key card into the slot before a loud crash, thud, and clatter set my heart racing.

Former Miami judge Sylvia Thorn's heart should be racing. She let herself be railroaded into accompanying her mother's seniors group, the Florida Flippers, to a weekend of fun in Laughlin, Nevada, and Oatman, Arizona, and they haven't even settled into their hotel rooms before a body is found in one of them.

The seventy- and eighty-somethings are excited because of the body found in Sarah Pringle's bathtub, and they're all set to investigate the murder. That first night all the Flippers run around the casino asking questions while Sylvia has the feeling that Sandra and her roommate Patsy know more than they're letting on. Sure enough, next morning finds Sandra missing. And speaking of feelings, Sylvia's brother Willie is in Florida, and he can feel that his sister's in trouble. Nothing doing but he and their father hop the next flight out. The stage is now set for all kinds of goings on.

Sylvia and the Flippers go to Oatman, Arizona. By this time, Sylvia realizes that she's signed on to herd excited cats. When their tour of a nearby gold mine is ruined by a grisly discovery, the ladies are more willing to settle down and listen to the local police and an FBI agent who is now on the scene. The Flippers are in danger, and Sylvia knows she's going to have to work hard to keep them all accounted for... and safe. The situation doesn't necessarily improve when Willie and their father show up.

I enjoyed this book with all its elements of the Keystone Kops. Anyone who's spent any time at all with a group of spry senior citizens knows the probable outcome if said group is on vacation and smack dab in the middle of a murder investigation. Stoltey had me caught between bouts of laughter and frustration as those "little old ladies" went to work.

The sidewalks of Oatman

Any time the action took place in Oatman, I was even happier. I've been to this old mining town on Route 66 several times, and Stoltey really captured its ambiance.

The cast of characters in this book is so good. The Flippers are a hoot, and Sylvia is a level-headed woman who doesn't panic-- even though she does need to learn to relax more. Sylvia's brother, Willie, is also a wonderful character who adds so much to the book. A Vietnam veteran, Willie suffers from post-traumatic stress disorder, but he's learned how to deal with it and has made a good life for himself. He also happens to be a bit psychic, which can be both a blessing and a curse for his sister, depending on the circumstances.

I couldn't help but wish there was a tiny bit more to The Desert Hedge Murders as I read. In one scene, Sylvia is planning a night-time visit to the old gold mine, and all the Flippers start digging through their purses to provide Sylvia's fanny pack with emergency items. The things the Flippers toss at her are funny in and of themselves, but I was envisioning Sylvia stuck down in the mine trying to be MacGyver with all those goodies. Alas, it was not meant to be, probably because Sylvia is Sylvia, not MacGyver, and she doesn't need to imitate anyone else. This book-- minus my wishful thinking, thank goodness-- is thoroughly enjoyable. Read for yourself!

 

The Desert Hedge Murders by Patricia Stoltey

Worldwide Library ©2010

Mass Market Paperback, 251 pages

Genre: Cozy, Amateur Sleuth, #2 Sylvia and Willie mystery

Rating: B+

Source: Purchased from Alibris.

Off the Beaten Path: Oatman, Arizona

Every once in a while I get a wild hair to tell you about a trip Denis and I have taken. Most of the time I'll tell you about a trail we've jolted and rattled down, but you don't always have to get off the paved roads to go someplace interesting. Even a dirt road junkie like me knows that!

This time I'm going to tell you about the first time Denis and I visited Oatman, Arizona. We took three days off in the middle of the week, packed the Blazer (our first off-road vehicle), and headed northwest. Outside of Wickenburg, we drove to Kingman via the unpaved Signal Road.

We stayed in an old motel right on Route 66 in Kingman. We drove to an old mining town, Chloride, that evening, and spent the entire next day on the Diamond Creek Trail down to the bottom of the Grand Canyon. The last day we drove the Mother Road to Oatman before heading back to Phoenix. Oatman was fun!

When we left that morning to go to Oatman, the motel manager suggested that we stop at a grocery store to buy carrots, but we didn't drive past any stores, and we soon forgot about the carrots.

Denis was more concerned about a certain photo op, and it wasn’t long until he had his chance: pulling off on the road shoulder, he took a picture of the Blazer sitting beside a Route 66 highway marker.

The first part of the twenty-six mile journey took us along the flat valley floor. This was the Mojave Desert. The saguaros were gone, and the valley floor was covered with yucca, cholla, and Joshua trees. Past the halfway point we were finally in the mountains, and the Mother Road had more kinks in it than a pissed-off rattlesnake. (Very few guardrails either.) The rocky, sparsely vegetated mountains were beautiful in the bright morning sun. The view opened up for miles at Sitgreaves Pass, and we had to stop and take a few photos. It’s possible to see three states from that vantage point.

Sitgreaves Pass

Shortly after the pass, we began to see the ruins of old buildings—the abandoned town of Goldroad. Like Oatman, Goldroad was a booming concern, but when World War II shut down all the mines in the area, Goldroad died. A mining company has reopened the old works and with new techniques is exacting gold from the ore today.

In no time at all, we were in Oatman. Oatman survived when Gold Road didn’t because it’s the last service stop before you start crossing the Mojave Desert into Nevada and California. We slowly traveled down Main Street, looking at all the old buildings. Of course, there was more than one reason for moving so slowly—we didn’t want to hit the most popular residents of the town. When mining died out in the area, the prospectors moved on, but they left their burros behind. The burros became wild, but they knew a good source of food when they saw it, and they have stayed in the Oatman area ever since.  Denis and I quickly parked the truck and got out to investigate and meet two of the four-legged residents.

Oatman Residents

Like any true Old West town, the sidewalks were wooden. Bulletin boards hung outside the entrances of many establishments. I stopped to read a few and this is when I learned that all the burros have names. In fact, not too long ago some desperado kidnapped “Sadie’s” young’un and there’s a reward for the capture of the criminal and the safe return of little “Becky.” In addition, notices on the boards informed visitors what the burros are to be fed. Carrots only. No junk food. The two-legged residents of Oatman don’t want the burros to lose the ability to forage in the wild. No babies are to be fed at all. They choke easily. Ground rules firmly established, Denis and I wandered up and down both sides of Main Street, sometimes having to sidestep other “folks” on the boardwalks.

 Oatman was named after Olive Oatman. Her family was ambushed farther down south in Arizona. Two Oatman girls were captured; a brother left for dead and the rest of the family was killed. Olive’s sister died during their captivity. Olive was traded to the Mojave Indians, and she was with them when she was rescued. One of the establishments in town bears her name. There were many interesting shops in Oatman. Oatman and Route 66 t-shirts seem to be the most popular items for sale, but just past the store selling Crackpot Jewelry, Denis and I were both mesmerized by a large display of wind spinners. We looked at them all, talked with the artist, and finally bought a copper-colored kokopelli to bring home to Phoenix.

On our way back to the Blazer, we met Oatman’s youngest resident, Jay Jay. Jay Jay was eleven days old and had the tendency to taste anything he came across. It was fun to watch his progress down the street.

One last stop to help boost the Oatman economy and we were ready to head to Phoenix. But we were thirsty. Where would be a good place to go in for a couple of cold ones? We looked around, took the advice of the residents, and stopped at the Route 66 Deli. We weren’t led astray!

Route 66 Deli-- The Best Eats in Town!

If you're traveling through Arizona on Interstate 40, consider spending a couple of days in Kingman. You can visit the West Rim of the Grand Canyon, which is now home to the Skywalk. You can visit old mining towns full of character like Chloride and Oatman. And you can travel one of the best stretches of the Mother Road, Route 66. Denis and I have had visitors from Washington and England that we've taken on this trip, and they both loved it.