"Expose Yourself to Art" is a short story by Speed City Chapter member Stephen Terrell. Inspired by classic mystery writer Dorothy Salyers observations in Talking Detective Fiction, the story begins with a body -- that of none-too-likeable art dealer and critic Tobias Salyers. Was it the jilted wife? The competitor threatened with the loss of his business? The snubbed artist? The cheated society wannabe with mob connections? The maligned art restorer? They are all gathered for one day at Indiana's premiere art event,the Penrod Art Fair. It's up to State Police Detective Art Vandever to answer the age-old question of all mysteries: "Who done it?"
Expose Yourself to Art is among twenty short murder mysteries and tales of suspense included in The Fine Art of Murder, now available online at Amazon (click here). Barnes and Noble (click here), and Walmart (click here).
Here is a brief excerpt from Expose Yourself to Art.
I left the scene to Cheryl and her team of crime scene techs and walked back to the road. A deputy directed me to the couple that found the body. They were oddly excited, almost giddy. I interviewed them, going through each of their actions in meticulous detail. It only took twenty minutes. When I folded my notebook closed, they seemed deflated.
"Is that all?" the young woman asked.
"If we need anything more, we'll get in touch."
"That's it?" she said again. "Aren't the television people going to show up to interview us?"
I scanned the roadway in both directions. Nothing moved. It was silent except for sounds from unseen birds and insects. I shrugged. "Guess not."
I walked to my car, leaving them standing in the road with their mouths open, visions of stardom vanishing with the suddenness of a crumpled Powerball ticket.
Expose Yourself to Art is among twenty short murder mysteries and tales of suspense included in The Fine Art of Murder, now available online at Amazon (click here). Barnes and Noble (click here), and Walmart (click here).
Here is a brief excerpt from Expose Yourself to Art.
I left the scene to Cheryl and her team of crime scene techs and walked back to the road. A deputy directed me to the couple that found the body. They were oddly excited, almost giddy. I interviewed them, going through each of their actions in meticulous detail. It only took twenty minutes. When I folded my notebook closed, they seemed deflated.
"Is that all?" the young woman asked.
"If we need anything more, we'll get in touch."
"That's it?" she said again. "Aren't the television people going to show up to interview us?"
I scanned the roadway in both directions. Nothing moved. It was silent except for sounds from unseen birds and insects. I shrugged. "Guess not."
I walked to my car, leaving them standing in the road with their mouths open, visions of stardom vanishing with the suddenness of a crumpled Powerball ticket.
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