P.J. Petersen

P.J. Petersen

Geyserville, California, The United States


P. J. Petersen grew up on a farm six miles from Geyserville, California. He says, "I was sure that I lived in the most boring place in the world--a prune farm in the middle of nowhere. Since my family didn't have the time or money to travel, I did my traveling through books. I read everything I could get my hands on. Most of my books came from the Geyserville Public Library, which was one tiny room served by the county Bookmobile. I loved the place, especially on the day after the Bookmobile came."
Mr. Petersen wanted to be a writer from the beginning. He had other ambitions, like being an airline pilot and a baseball player, but he always intended to write books.

He was not an immediate success. He wrote seriously for over twenty years with

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“While the phone was handy, I also called Wendy and got her mother again. She said that Wendy had a sore throat and couldn’t talk.
I wasn’t about to quit that easily. “Can she listen?” I asked. “I’ll do the talking, and she can tap once for yes and twice for no.” Mrs. Westfall laughed. “I’m serious. Can she do that?”
“Only for a minute. I’ll get her.”
The next thing I heard was a whispered, “Hi.”
“No talking,” Mrs. Westfall called out.
“Hi, Wendy. Did your mom tell you the code? One tap for yes, two for no, three if you’re being held prisoner against your will.” Three quick taps from her. “That’s what I figured. Well, you haven’t missed much at school. Same old stuff. Somebody tried to assassinate Mr. Crowell, but he was wearing a bulletproof vest. And then when the cops came, they found marijuana growing in the teacher’s lounge. But all the evidence was destroyed in the fire. I guess you heard that the whole junior class was trapped in the auditorium and got wiped out. All except for Delbert Markusson. He was out in the parking lot, sneaking a smoke. So Delbert’s now junior class president. He’s also vice-president and secretary. He says the junior prom may be canceled, or he may have it over at his house—if he can find a date.”
“Wind it up,” Mrs. Westfall said.
“Are you going to be back tomorrow?” Two taps. “How about Monday?” One loud tap. “I’m going to San Francisco this weekend. Shall I send you a postcard?” Tap. “I’ll see you on Monday.” She tapped, then hung up.
“Are you in love with Eddie Carter?” I said into the dead phone. I gave the receiver a loud slap.”
P.J. Petersen, The Freshman Detective Blues

“Don’t worry,” Julie said. “I’ll go along and keep them out of trouble.”
“Nobody invited you,” I told her.
She gave me that cutesy look of hers that makes me want to vomit. “Not yet. But somebody might if I asked nicely.”
“Why don’t you stick to your own business?” I said.
Dad flipped on the TV and looked back at me. “What’s the matter? You think Julie’d cramp your style?”
What could I say?
“I’m going to run over and ask Jack right now,” Julie said. “I’d love to go to the boat show.”
“Don’t feel bad about horning in where you’re not wanted,” I called out.
She stopped in the doorway and looked back at me. “One question, Eddie. If Jack had his choice of somebody to take to San Francisco, which one of us do you think he’d take?”
“You make me sick.”
“You’d better be nice to me,” she said. “Otherwise we may not let you go along with us.”
“Well,” I said to Mom once Julie was gone, “can I go?”
“Let’s see what happens.”
“You mean you’re waiting for Julie?”
“You bet,” Dad said from the next room. “She’ll keep you in line.”
“When did I ever get out of line?”
Dad began to count on his fingers. “Let’s see. There was the time you sneaked out the ski boat to impress that girl. And the time you hitchhiked into Los Cedros without telling anybody. And the time—”
“I’m sorry I asked,” I said.
A few minutes later Julie came strolling back into the kitchen. “Guess what.”
I borrowed a tactic from Ricky Batt and stuck out my tongue.
“Jack says he’d be glad to have me come along.”
“Rotten, rotten, rotten,” I said.
Mom smiled. “I’m sure you’ll all have a good time.”
P.J. Petersen, The Freshman Detective Blues

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