Valerie Wolzien - This Old Murder

“What do you think?” he asked a third time.

“I think I’m glad you’re such a creative person. And that I’ll miss you when you go back to school.”

His response astonished her. In front of his friends and neighbors on the island, Tyler Clay Pigeon reached out and gave his mother a big, sandy hug.

Both of them blushed to the roots of their bushy red hair.

“Great! Cut! Did you get that on tape?”

“What the hell?” Josie pulled away from her son. “What are you doing here?” she asked, astonished to find Bobby Valentine in the front of the crowd, a cameraman on one side, a young lady carrying lights and reflectors on the other.

“Working on a new show. Beaches of the world. Actually, it’s going to be a series of ten shows and the first is going to feature this contest. I can see it now. We open with a shot of the sand television screen Tyler made. We’ll run our credits across it. It’ll look great!”

“That’s a good idea,” admitted Sam, who had joined them. “This will be the first show in the series?”

“Sure will. We’re starting filming in the north…”

“And traveling south as the weather gets colder,” Josie said.

“Yeah.” Bobby Valentine looked surprised. “How did you guess?”

“I’ve spent a little time around people in television,” she answered, a big grin on her face.