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The Matchmaker
  by D. Susan Rutz Available through Ogden Publications: item # 2974 $12.95 plus shipping and handling (Toll Free)- 1-800-678-4883 ISPN:#978-0-941678-73-5 On line purchasing: http://www.cappers.com/shopping/ Thank you for stopping by. I am very proud of my second book, The Matchmaker. Here's a small part of the first chapter- to wet your appetitie.  From the First Chapter: Edna Perkins peered through the small square window of her door at the two uniformed officers standing on the front porch. “Who is it?” “Miss Perkins? It’s Dave Meyers, you called for assistance…” The front door opened slightly and the elderly lady peered through the crack. “Who is it?” She repeated. “Dave Meyers, you called about some noise in your basement?” Memory flooded the old woman then, and she pulled the door open. “Oh, yes. Yes, I did. Come in, boys, come in.” They stepped into the foyer. The smell of baking cookies flooded their senses. Stepping into Edna’s home was a lot like stepping back in time. Antiques were visible everywhere in the house, from the old Singer peddle machine in the entranceway to the RCA Victrolla sitting beside her chair in the living room. The house was immaculately clean. Lace dollies lay on the furniture; pictures of family members graced every free space from table to bookcase—each with a well-dusted frame. In the living room a small TV set was on, and Bob Barker was congratulating a new contestant to winner’s row. A parakeet named, Ervin, sat in his cage in front of the living room window. “Morning, Miss Perkins,” the tall officer removed his hat. “Dave, how nice of you to drop by,” she returned his smile. “And who’s this nice looking young man?” The cop with Dave Meyers grinned and ducked his head slightly. “This is my partner, Mike Edwards. You met him before, don’t you remember?” She stepped forward and offered her hand. The young officer took it gingerly, careful not to do more than a slight touch lest he injure the frail blue veins of her bony extension. She smiled at him. “I have? Oh, you must be wrong Sheriff. I would remember meeting a nice young man like this.” A loud banging sounded. The noise from the basement drew her attention back to why they were there. Edna pulled her hand away from the young officer and pressed it against her heart. “Oh, my! There it goes again.” “We’ll take care of this for you, Miss Perkins.” Dave wrapped a protective arm around the woman’s shoulder and gently led her into the living room. “You stay here with Ervin and we’ll see about the noise.” “You be careful,” she whispered to him. Dave and his young partner moved past the stairway to the small door behind it that led downstairs to the basement. They stepped easily, quieting their heavy shoes on the wood flooring and opened the basement door. It creaked. Slowly they descended into the gloomy basement. At one point Dave ducked his head under the stairway’s framing. Again they heard the noise, only this time it was followed by cursing. Dave balanced himself on the creaking steps and called out-- “Freeze!” A man behind the old oil-burning furnace jumped suddenly at the command, banging his head against the flue. Dave laughed. “What the--?” the man exclaimed. The two officers descended the remaining steps, laughing uncontrollably. “Dave? What are you doing?” The man asked. He moved around from behind the furnace. “Miss Perkins called us-- seems there’s a burglar in her basement.” “A burglar? Well, that’s just great.” Patrick Malloy rubbed the back of his head. He owned Malloy’s Heating and A/C, a small operation that serviced most of the oil burning furnaces in town. “I don’t know, Mike, should we run him in?” “Make sure there are no outstanding warrants on him?” Mike offered. “Very funny,” Patrick said. “I guess I should thank you for not coming in with your guns drawn.” “We saw your truck outside,” Dave laughed. “What does this make…” he scratched his chin pretending to count… “the fourth time she’s forgot you were in the basement working on the furnace?” This is not a short story- this is a published book now available for purchase. I've included the information for ordering your copy and a small excerpt of the first chapter for reading. Call : (Toll Free)- 1-800-678-4883 And order your copy now!
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