Seeking Answers

Good morning and welcome to Sunday Blog Share. Today, we’re going to be discussing seeking answers in a mystery.
One of the elements of a good mystery is to have many red herrings, misinformation you use to lead the reader astray. This shouldn’t be huge trips down a separate path, just little deviations that give the reader pause, to wonder if they’re following your clues properly. The plot of your story should never deviate from the main character(s) seeking answers to a question or clues to a long unsolved mystery.
Blurb

The Case of the Scared Child Wildcat Crew 2 eBook
The summer solstice has arrived. Being the sun worshipers they are, Wildcat Crew heads to the beach for a day of fun and a picnic. But first, Marnie gets a huge surprise. Her parents have replaced her Camaro, destroyed in their first case.
At the beach with thousands of other Southern Californians, the crew stumbles over a small, crying child. Instead of checking out the waves and working on their tans, they go on the hunt for the little boy’s parents.

The Case of the Scared Child Wildcat Crew 2 print book
Excerpt
He ducked his head and blinked his eyes. There were baby tears trying to come out but he wouldn’t let that happen. He would be going to kindergarten in September. That meant he had to be a big boy, and big boys didn’t cry.
Luke got off his bed and crept across the room on his tippy toes. He touched a calendar on the wall.
Today was June twenty-first, his birthday. There were some other words under his name but he didn’t know what they meant.
“S-U-M-M-E-R S-O-L-S-T-I-C-E,” he said. “Wish I knew what that meant. It’s on my birthday. It must be special.”
He moved from the June calendar with his name in red letters on today and touched the July calendar with the red, white, and blue American flag on July 4. Mommy had once told him that was America’s birthday. In three more years, when he turned eight, America would be two-hundred years old.
“That will be a really big party,” he whispered. “Two hundred is very old.”
The August calendar didn’t have any special days on it. There was a green circle around a Friday almost at the end of the month. That was when he and Mommy would go shopping for his clothes and supplies for school. She had told him that she had hidden the money to get him everything they would need. Luke had promised that he would never tell anyone where it was—not even his daddy.
I wish my daddy wasn’t always sick. He’s mean when he’s sick.



About K.C. Sprayberry
Living a dream she’s had since she first discovered the magic of books. K.C. Sprayberry traveled the U.S. and Europe before finally settling in the mountains of Northwest Georgia. She’s been married to her soulmate for nearly a quarter of a century and they enjoy spoiling their grandchildren along with many other activities.
A multi-genre author, K.C. Sprayberry is always on the hunt for new stories. Inspiration strikes at the weirdest times and drives her to grab notebook and pen to jot down her ideas. Those close to her swear nothing or no one is safe if she’s smiling gently in a corner and watching those in the same room interact. Her observations have often given her ideas for her next story, set not only in the South but wherever the characters demand they settle.

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