About Author G. G. Calpo…
G.G. Calpo is a retired lawyer and accountant who traded contracts and numbers for the far more enjoyable chaos of fictional crime. Now she writes cozy whodunits featuring warm-hearted golden-aged sleuths who’ve seen it all, heard it all and will investigate a murder with zero hesitation. She loves stories where the stakes are personal, family and friendships are paramount, with characters who refuse to follow the outline and endings that pull the rug out. When not plotting twisty crimes—on paper only, of course—she spends her time reading, crocheting blankets and sweaters for her five grandchildren, watching mystery TV shows and taking long walks in her neighborhood. She lives in Central New Jersey with her husband and two corgis, Whiskey and Nugget. Visit her at www.ggcalpo.com
This is a spotlight on “Hook, Line, and Murder” by G. G. Calpo
Hook, Line, and Murder Blurb
What does Meg, a retired kindergarten teacher, do when the killer of her husband and only child still walks free a year after dirt had covered their graves? Go rogue, of course!
When the detective responsible for Meg’s nightmares takes over the murder investigation of her former student, Meg hunts the killer down with help from her friends. Their cozy lunches at Sweet Buns Café turn into tactical meetings while these retired grade school teachers get themselves in trouble better suited to those in their twenties. And to put the icing on their cream scones, someone is after Meg. Is it the killer? Or has Meg uncovered secrets better left buried with her loved ones?
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An excerpt from Hook, Line, and Murder…
On the ground was a hand…fingers…tangled in the fishing line with a hook sunk deep into the palm…My eyes traced the shape of the fingers to the palm and snagged. Glinting and winking back the sun’s rays, a signet ring encircled the ring finger, an initial B covered with diamonds. I had seen that very same ring not that long ago….”Brie?…” I whispered…mind going back to the time when Brie was five, sitting in my kindergarten class, an impish grin on her face. To this past Wednesday, when Brie…had bragged about how the ring was custom-made for her, and only for her….Was this hand Brie’s?ÂWhere was the rest of her?
