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The Mystery of the Dead Squirrels
The Mystery of the Dead Squirrels
The Mystery of the Dead Squirrels
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The Mystery of the Dead Squirrels

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One mysterious death is a tragedy. A second is a coincidence. But a third dead squirrel? That’s murder, Pumpkin.

LanguageEnglish
Release dateFeb 14, 2014
ISBN9781311967145
The Mystery of the Dead Squirrels
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S.C. Torrington

I’ve lived in Maryland all my life and have two sons, 20 years apart. I used to be in the film business. Then, for a decade or so, I lived as a writer and homeschooling mom. In 2011, I moved to the ocean, quit my j-o-b, and took a permanent Creative Sabbatical.

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    The Mystery of the Dead Squirrels - S.C. Torrington

    The First in the DelMarVa Mystery Series

    The Mystery of the Dead Squirrels

    by S.C. Torrington

    Published by Susan C. Davis

    at Smashwords

    Copyright 2014 Susan C. Davis

    Smashwords Edition, License Notes

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    The squirrel had been dead long enough to have already lost its eyes and begin to flatten. Not road kill flat, but the kind that occurs as guts rot. I was brushing pine needles off my new wrought iron patio furniture to write outside when the small carcass materialized, snuggled among the final fallen autumn leaves.

    Odd to see a dead squirrel then after watching so many fat, dumb, and happy ones skip around my tall Loblolly Pine-laden neighborhood. In fact, in the few months since moving in, I don’t believe I’d seen a dead squirrel along this dead end street.

    Oh well. Staring at this decomposing squirrel wasn’t going to be one of those seven stupid Valentine crafts for my monthly preschooler column , unless I wanted to be fired. Again. Leave it alone, get to work, and remember, no glitter or hot glue.

    The following day, a second squirrel appeared. Fresher. Still plump, but dead long enough not to still be cute. This time, the body was closer to the house, by the garage, resting on some leaves like a discarded stuffed toy. Curious.

    I looked up, not sure what I expected to see. Dead squirrels draped over the pine branches like tinsel, waiting for a strong breeze? Nothing. Practicing the Poke It with a Stick Scientific Method, I pronounced the squirrel stiff as a board. I couldn’t observe any wounds--animal, man-made, or otherwise. This squirrel was simply fat, fluffy, and dead.

    A few days later, I discovered another dead squirrel within a few feet of my more recent find. Same

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