Dateline Memphis: A Nichelle Clarke Crime Thriller Novella
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Crime reporter Nichelle Clarke heads home for the holidays...and learns that crime doesn't take a day off.
Nichelle detours to Graceland in search of an Elvis Presley souvenir for her mother.
But when a valuable piece of memorabilia goes missing, the historic mansion descends into chaos.
With security swooping in and Graceland on lockdown, Nichelle finds herself shut in with staff, security guards, and Elvis superfans, all in the midst of an unfolding crime. Never one to miss an exclusive scoop, Nichelle whips out her notebook and starts reporting.
Locked behind the famous Graceland gates, Nichelle must work through a long list of suspects with no time to lose. But the closer she gets to the truth, the more danger she finds herself in.
The house of the King offers many clues, but will Nichelle be able to connect the dots in time to save a piece of history…and herself?
This suspenseful thriller series has riveted fans of James Patterson, Catherine Coulter, Melinda Leigh, and Robert Dugoni. Brace yourself for murder mysteries taut with authentic plots that only a former crime reporter could write—pick up your LynDee Walker thriller today.
LynDee Walker
LynDee Walker is the national bestselling author of two crime fiction series featuring strong heroines and "twisty, absorbing" mysteries. Her first Nichelle Clarke crime thriller, FRONT PAGE FATALITY, was nominated for the Agatha Award for best first novel and is an Amazon Charts Bestseller. In 2018 she introduced readers to Texas Ranger Faith McClellan in FEAR NO TRUTH. Reviews have praised her work as "well-crafted, compelling, and fast-paced," and "an edge-of-your-seat ride" with "a spider web of twists and turns that will keep you reading until the end."
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Dateline Memphis - LynDee Walker
DATELINE MEMPHIS
A NICHELLE CLARKE CRIME THRILLER NOVELLA
LYNDEE WALKER
Severn River Publishing Severn River Publishing
Copyright © 2013 by LynDee Walker.
All rights reserved.
No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.
Severn River Publishing
www.SevernRiverBooks.com
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
ISBN: 978-1-951249-61-8 (Paperback)
CONTENTS
Also by LynDee Walker
Editor’s Note
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Sample of Small Town Spin
SMALL TOWN SPIN: Chapter 1
SMALL TOWN SPIN: Chapter 2
SMALL TOWN SPIN: Chapter 3
Also by LynDee Walker
About the Author
ALSO BY LYNDEE WALKER
The Nichelle Clarke Series
Front Page Fatality
Buried Leads
Small Town Spin
Devil in the Deadline
Cover Shot
Lethal Lifestyles
Deadly Politics
Hidden Victims
Dangerous Intent
The Faith McClellan Series
Fear No Truth
Leave No Stone
No Sin Unpunished
Nowhere to Hide
No Love Lost
Tell No Lies
To find out more about LynDee Walker and her books, visit
severnriverbooks.com/authors/lyndee-walker
EDITOR’S NOTE
While the mysteries in the Nichelle Clarke series can be read in any order, readers who like to follow the overall story timeline strictly should read DATELINE MEMPHIS as Nichelle #2.5, between BURIED LEADS and SMALL TOWN SPIN.
A version of this story was previously published as part of the novella anthology Heartache Motel, which is no longer in print.
The Nichelle Clarke Series
1
Christmas vacation lesson number one: don't leave hotel reservations to chance, especially when visiting a major tourist attraction. Lesson two: crime reporters don't get holidays. Criminals, it turns out, are everywhere.
I committed the first of those to memory before I technically stepped foot in Memphis, sitting in my little SUV fifteen miles west of Graceland behind a run-down Denny’s wannabe.
This is the only place in town with an available room?
I asked my toy Pomeranian, who was strapped into her carrier in the backseat. The boarded-up window punctuating the stucco facade of the Heartache Motel gave it a menacing air in the fading daylight. I wondered about the odds of catching something horrifying from the deluxe bathroom with shower
advertised on the sign.
Maybe it was just the only available room with an Elvis theme, since that was the only requirement I’d given the operator. Arriving to find the official Elvis hotel had been booked since August left me scrambling.
Whatever. It was only one night. I inherited my mom’s love of classic rock, and was more excited than a kid headed for Disneyland to be stopping at Graceland on my way home to Dallas for Christmas.
Plus, it wasn’t the scariest building I’d ever set foot in. In more than half a decade covering crime, I’d ventured into some seedy digs.
And they do take pets.
I turned and smiled at Darcy, who looked happy to have the car parked.
With the dog tucked under one arm and my overnight bag slung over the other, I walked through the glass doors, which were outlined with washed-out Christmas lights. An ancient, peeling Triple-A diamond sticker was the only evidence of better days.
The lobby stank of cigarette smoke and something else I didn’t try too hard to place, the sixties-style furniture matching the C-9 bulbs in worn-out sadness. A positively pitiful tree leaned in the far corner, one half-functional strand of orange lights draped around it. Droopy garlands dangled from the walls with the throw it up and see what sticks
look of al-dente pasta.
I smothered a guffaw when my eyes landed on a gilt-framed velvet Elvis on the wall near the front desk. They’re not serious,
I whispered to Darcy. She sniffed the air and tucked her face under one paw.
I was just about to spin back for the door—the Elvis theme wasn’t that important—when a deep voice with an obviously-affected feminine lilt stopped me in my tracks. Can I help you?
I turned to find the biggest, bustiest, most spectacular drag queen I’d ever laid eyes on. Not that I saw drag queens every day, but I had done a story on a bar frequented by them in college. Some of the nicest folks I’d ever met.
The queen behind the registration desk was a full head taller than me—and in my stilettos, I touch six-three—with red-orange hair teased into a bouffant that probably required enough White Rain to eat a hole in the ozone right over top of this joint. She had a dainty brown mole on the bow of her top lip, a thick layer of blue eyeshadow, at least three sets of false eyelashes, and cracked true-red lipstick outlining an earnest smile. Her square-necked orange top matched the era of the lights and furniture.
She gave the dingy little Heartache Motel a certain level of awesome. How many hotels have a seven-foot drag queen with a sweet-tea smile working the front desk?
I called about a half-hour ago,
I said, smiling and striding to the desk. I got your last room, I think? Nichelle Clarke.
Welcome to Memphis, darlin’,
she drawled, pushing a paper across the desk. I’m Man-Margaret, and you’re in our Love Me Tender suite.
And you said pets are okay?
I asked, looping Darcy’s leash around my wrist and setting her down so I could fill out a registration card that looked older than my mom. I jotted my cell number in the top corner and printed my address in Richmond on the faded red lines.
Dogs and cats, sure. Some asshole brought a snake in here last summer and the damned thing got out and hasn’t ever been seen again, so no exotic animals. I ask you, who the hell keeps a python as a pet? Weirdos.
Different strokes and all that, I guess,
I said, grinning. Which floor?
The fifth. The top floor is always the best, like Elvis said.
She winked. Drink specials and menus are in the TV stand. There’s a nightly show in the bar. Enjoy, and merry Christmas.
I grabbed the key—a real one on a pink, heart-shaped fob with what probably used to be the hotel’s address in faded gold print—and turned for the elevator.
It’s too bad we don’t have a travel section anymore,
I muttered as the doors rattled open. This place would make a hell of a feature story.
As if on cue, my cell phone binged a text from my editor. Having fun yet? Crime doesn’t take holidays, you know.
I shook my head. Bob had been giving me shit for taking this week off since before Thanksgiving. It was good-natured. Mostly.
R&R is good for productivity, chief. Try it sometime,
I tapped.
The elevator opened and I scrunched my nose at the stale-B.O. smell. Gross. Haven’t these folks heard of Febreeze?
The lights flickered when the doors closed. I studied the green walls as we lurched upward—until I figured out I was squinting at a crude drawing of some kind of advanced tantric-sex move. Everywhere I pointed my eyes I found another, with a few misspelled dirty words sprinkled in for good measure. Before I’d deciphered them all, the elevator wheezed and the doors rattled open to a hallway that belonged in a Stephen King movie.
Stairs. Definitely the stairs.
I would’ve kissed the red shag carpet in the hall if it hadn’t smelled not-so-faintly of urine and smoke.
Darcy growled at a flickering light as I picked my way to room five-twenty-eight. I shoved the key into the lock and jiggled it, then turned the tarnished brass handle and pushed the door open.
The fluorescent overhead fixture only turned halfway on, but it was enough to decide I probably didn’t want to see the Love Me Tender suite in any better light.
The whole room was decorated in a bad cowboy theme, down to the cacti mural on the walls and the faux (I hoped) barbed wire outlining the mirrors. The back of the door was home to a cracked stick-on of young Elvis on horseback. Life-sized. Watching me sleep. Yay.
I put Darcy down, folding her carrier top back and making her a little bed. She looked around, sniffed the carpet and the leg of the lone chair, and shot me a you-cannot-be-serious look before she hopped into her bed and curled up.
I tossed my bag onto the round bed. The saddle-printed spread slid to one side and revealed sheets I was sure weren't actual satin in an unfortunate vomit-brown hue. Lovely.
This place is sold out? Really? Who knew Memphis was a Christmas tourist destination?
I said to stick-on Elvis and my dog. The clerk at Graceland’s hotel had apologetically explained that holiday pilgrimages were a fan tradition because Elvis loved