Carolyn's Adventures

The salt and sand chafed, as Malachi and I shuffled into Gus’ Grouper Shack. We were at Pass-a-Grille, one of the many little island towns scattered on the westernmost edge of Pinellas County. It had been a long week, capped off with a dramatic car chase as Malachi and I stopped a serial kidnapper from crossing the county line. I love a little adrenaline, but too much makes me itch. And Malachi loses hair when he’s stressed, which is why he’s almost bald now. So we agreed on

“And this … this is how you repay me! I’d kill you before I let you leave.” The bald man brought his hand back to strike the cowering young woman clinging to his shirt. “No! Patrick, no! I would never. I love you.” The woman began to weep. Rage twisted the man’s face before he shoved the woman to the ground. I heard the audience gasp, and bit back a groan. I guess I wasn’t quiet enough, because Malachi turned towards me, the stage lights reflecting off his coke bottle gla

“You have to find him, Frost. I don’t know what I’ll do if something happens to him.” The first thing you have to know about Maria Henriquez is that she is a frustratingly cool-headed person. Once, a couple of summers before I started Frozen Cold Cases, I worked as a farmhand for her. No matter what the other farmhands did she always met it with a deep breath and a smile. She never wanted anyone to feel worse than they already did, even when they should feel pretty awful. Se

When I got the call I was wandering deep in the land of Nod. I had just wrapped a murder case that kept me up for a week straight. By day three of no sleep I could feel my heartbeat in my finger tips. By day five I was seeing colors and hearing voices not yet known to man. I had been sleeping for almost 14 uninterrupted hours when a grating ring dragged me out of somnolent bliss. “This call is from a person currently detained in Tampa, Florida. All calls are logged and recor

The day started like it always does, with me pretending I don’t see the weird stains on the ceiling at my favorite smoothie place, Juice The Facts Ma’am. Ignacio, who looks like an anthropomorphic English Mastiff, was blending my mystery box smoothie when I heard the front door open. In walks this brunette. I did a quick once over. A bright pink Vineyard Vines button up shirt with some fraying near the collar. A shiny golden tennis bracelet that glinted with diamonds. Pleated