A Magnificent Author, Jimmy Olsen, presents a one of a kind Murder Mystery!
July 13, 2014
Picturesque, should be the description of the small town, Willow River. 'Noted for murder', wasn't what the Town Council wanted for their peaceful village's, welcome sign.
Author, Jimmy Olsen, has created an engrossing, one of a kind, murder mystery. This adult novel, reminds me of a snow globe on steroids. Give it a good shake, and the snow falls faster, tensions rise higher, while seriously demented, characters, run amuck. His untamed plot isn't stingy with gore, and in direct contrast, Jimmy kicks in marvelous, dry satire!
The reader will know who and what before the antics ensue in the little town, hidden in northern Minnesota. Olsen's, natural sense of wild adventure and excellently written prose, offers an maniacal ride, that you'll be recommending, for years to come.
Every town has at least one, 'oddball'. Willow River, has Walleye Wertz. Born ... slow, he still lives alone, in his childhood home. Walleye's known as the local junk man. He scrounges for cast asides in the garbage, alleyways, and in ditches. He's, sensitive and get his feelings hurt. Residents of Willow River, belittle him. They claim him harmless, but nuttier than squirrel poo. Though the public's descriptions may be accurate, there's other sides of Walleye Hertz.
Repetition, is Walleye's coping mechanism. He rides his homemade tricycle, up and down Willow River's, alleyways and roads. Today, riding up the main road's steep bank, the freezing temperature makes it hard to maneuver his tricycle. The ice causes the trike to slip and it breaks down.
Too cold, it's out of the question to push his tricycle home. Walleye waves his arms in all directions to get the attention of passing cars. He turns in circles debating on leaving his tricycle and walking back to town. A final attempt to fix the tricycle, leaves Walleye, kicking and screaming.
All of his drama stops when he sees an object that makes him forget his circumstances. Something, maybe of wealth, lay just shy of the ditch and in the woods. Walleye had been told as a child, that woods were bad. Woods were scary. Ditches. Now, ditches were good! He looked at what could be a treasure.
Walleye jumped into the ditch, soaking himself in frigid water. The possible gem wasn't within reach. The object lay just a couple of feet inside the tree line, and should've willed Walleye away. Who was he kidding! He wasn't going to waste this opportunity! Maybe, if he took long careful, fast steps just over the berm, he could stretch out his arm? Now, just a little further and quickly grab the, plastic? Hmm, plastic. The plastic was heavy. So, with both hands he yanked it toward the ditch. He never had to pull a second time.
His eyes turned to saucers as his mouth opened, but no noise came out. The plastic was wrapping a naked lady! A beautiful, naked, dead, lady. Walleye didn't recognize her from Willow River. The lady had yellow hair and glassy eyes. Today he found something discarded, though it wasn't aluminum cans.
Willow River's, Police Chief, Charlie Benson, didn't even carry a gun. Benson and the local undertaker, stood staring at the body, and possible crime scene. Growing up together in Willow River, neither had run across a murder. Here they had a real police case with nothing to go on, but a corpse. Both started in with speculation, then ended up bickering like an old married couple. They both knew that Charlie was out of his league this time. The unidentified murder victim would be easier to deal with, than having to contact the sheriff. The sheriff, like a hell hound, was fat and phoney, up for reelection, with his own agenda.
Prior to today, Charlie's most graphic crime scenes were tavern brawls or break ins at the laundromat. His safe hometown was one of predictability and secureness. In a small town everyone knows who everyone else is, or knows some one who does. They all know the news before it's published, and this murder was no different.
Police Chief, Benson, was determined to break this case wide open by himself without the sheriff's, help. The murderer might be easy to uncover, but other circumstances bring unsuspected surprises. Amazing surprises, making it hard to believe ... in the murder, at all.
Genius work. Enjoy!
(Author, Jimmy Olsen, hales from the Midwest, and Willow River is a real town, population 415, located just south of St. Paul, Minnesota. The junctions of the Willow and Kettle Rivers, were once home to the Ojibway Indians. From Native Americans, trappers and sod busters, a thriving logging industry was able to support a town. In March, 1874, Willow River was born.)