Seniors Sleuth: Winston Wong Cozy Mysteries, #1
By JJ Chow and Jennifer J. Chow
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Winston Wong used to test video games but has left his downward spiraling career to follow in the footsteps of Encyclopedia Brown, his favorite childhood detective. When the Pennysaver misprints his new job title, adding an extra "s" to his listing, Winston becomes a "Seniors Sleuth." He gets an easy first case, confirming the natural death of a ninety-year-old man. However, under the surface of the bingo-loving senior home is a seedier world where a genuine homicide actually occurred. Winston finds himself surrounded by suspects on all sides: a slacker administrator, a kind-hearted nurse, and a motley crew of eccentric residents. To validate his new career choice (and maybe win the girl), he must unravel the truth from a tangle of lies.
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Seniors Sleuth - JJ Chow
CHAPTER 1
WINSTON SQUINTED AT the fine print and scowled. The Pennysaver ad was printed as "Winston Wong, Seniors Sleuth, not
Winston Wong, Senior Sleuth. The word
senior" was supposed to make him seem more experienced; after all, he didn’t want to sound like a noob at the detecting game. Due to the error, he now seemed lame, ready to mooch off older adults for some dough.
He picked up the phone to call the company and correct it, but then he thought, Screw it. Instead, he rubbed his slight potbelly to bring in the clients. Whenever his sister Marcy saw him, she teased, Looks more like the lucky Buddha’s every day.
In fact, he’d had to up the size of his pants, which he now wore baggy-style like a punk kid because of his expanding waist. At least the style matched his flip-flops.
Winston swiveled in his black mesh computer chair and surveyed the office. Not a bad look for the mother-in-law unit. With no wife and family to speak of, the spare room used to be his man cave. But he had swept all the consoles and accompanying video games into the main house in preparation for his new business, leaving only two electric blue inflatable chairs. They would serve as seats for his future clients, but he had made them classy by draping them with faux leather throws.
He tapped his fingers on the scarred particleboard folding table and looked at his clunky laptop. Maybe he could play a quick game of Minesweeper first, without getting sucked in (as usual). Before he could even touch the keyboard, the door swung open.
In walked fire on stilettos. The woman’s waterfall of flaming curls tumbled onto a gold gown welded onto her curves. Her sapphire eyes, which had a slight Eurasian tilt, pierced him. Are you Winston Wong?
He couldn’t move.
Seniors Sleuth?
she asked.
Winston swallowed, the saliva making his throat feel even drier. He smoothed his part to the left to better cover his blinding bald forehead. Yes, that’s me.
I’ve been looking for you.
Winston had trouble finding his voice. Before he could even respond, she turned and left. He thought he had missed his chance, but to his relief, she soon returned...ushering in an old woman wearing an outrageous frilly muumuu. The scent of apples and cinnamon lingered in the air. Maybe she was the kind of old lady who baked goodies for her grandchildren in her spare time.
At second glance, though, the warm associations faded. Ice exuded from Granny’s face. Her hair appeared colorless, and her dull blue eyes were bleached versions of her granddaughter’s sparkling ones. Granny’s gaze floated, detached from everything around the room.
I’m Carmen Solstice,
the knockout beauty said. My grandmother’s Eve.
She turned toward the old woman, raising her voice. Nana, this is the nice detective I told you about, Winston Wong.
Eve didn’t stop her roaming eyes.
Carmen brushed her slender hand against her grandmother’s shoulder. He’s here to help you. He’ll figure out what happened to Teddy.
At the name, Eve covered her face with her gnarled hands and moaned. Teddy, Teddy. Why did they kill you?
Carmen shushed her grandmother, making soothing noises until Nana became distant again. She walked her grandmother over to the far wall. Why don’t you take a look at this, uh, artwork while the detective and I chat?
Winston smacked his palm against his forehead. He had forgotten to remove the framed equation reading, I like to eat = area of a circle divided by radius squared.
It didn’t even have a picture of a steaming pie to help the old woman out. Unless she liked mathematics, Nana would be occupied for a while.
When Carmen returned, Winston asked, Um, what’s this talk about a killing?
He didn’t want his first case to be a homicide.
Don’t worry,
she said, rolling her eyes. She glanced back at her grandmother, scooted closer to Winston, and whispered, It’s all a figment of her imagination. Nana suffers from dementia. Teddy, my gramps, has been gone for decades, and he died quite peacefully in his sleep.
So what do you need me for then?
Well, Nana took a liking to one of her co-residents at the care facility and confused him with her long-lost husband. This other ‘Teddy’ died yesterday afternoon, and she keeps thinking that it’s foul play. It’s really stressing her out, so I want you to investigate
—Carmen used air quotation marks around the word—and settle the matter.
I don’t understand. Can’t you just provide her with the original of Teddy’s death certificate?
Carmen frowned, a cute pull of her lips. We don’t have the documentation anymore, and I can’t be bothered getting a copy from a governmental office. They’re always so slow.
What about showing her the new death certificate?
The replacement gramps was called Joseph, so that won’t work. She’ll see the new name and be even more confused.
Winston leaned back in his chair, making it squeak. Let me get this straight. You want me to stage an investigation to show your grandmother that her Teddy died naturally, so she can move on.
Exactly.
Carmen leaned forward, her juicy strawberry lips an inch away from his. I’ll pay you, of course.
She pulled two crisp fifties from a miniscule purse. Where had she hidden that on her body? Will this be enough, or do you need more?
Winston watched Carmen’s fingers dance close to him with the money and gulped. That’s plenty. It’s not even a real case after all.
Good. It’s settled then.
Carmen wrote down the address on a piece of paper. Even her writing curled in seductive flourishes. Sweet Breeze. 2255 Julian Street.
Winston watched Carmen’s hips sway away from him as she helped her grandmother out the door.
CHAPTER 2
AN IMPOSING BLUE VICTORIAN house, complete with multiple gables and bay windows, housed the Sweet Breeze Residential Care Facility. The neighboring residences were turned into businesses as well, showcasing a Jane Marshall, D.D.S., Boyle & Davies Law Offices, and Hair Solutions Salon. A treasure trove of services close by for the aged residents.
Wicker chairs dotted Sweet Breeze’s round porch, but nobody sat there. Probably because downtown San Jose traffic wasn’t very scenic. A slew of billboards nearby marred the cloudless sky: Baskin-Robbins, Sana Technologies, and the KRCT radio station.
Despite the congested surroundings, it was still a grand home. He wouldn’t mind living there himself—if his sister hadn’t just sprung for the house he’d been renting for the last ten years. It’s an investment, Marcy had said. She didn’t like speaking directly. She would never call it bailing him out.
At the door, Winston paused. He saw the octagonal bat gua above the frame and knew that the home was owned by some superstitious Chinese folks. Who else would place the protective mirror to ward off evil spirits? They probably had the whole place feng shui’ed before opening up their business. It was a good thing the ninety-year-old man had died peacefully. Otherwise, the owners would have a fit.
Winston walked inside and immediately smelled an infusion of mothballs. Close to the entrance behind a wide sideboard, a nurse with white scrubs filled Dixie cups with various pills. A line of patients waited before her. She handed the first one his marked cup and waited until he had swallowed, before swiveling her body toward the open front door.
Her single raven braid almost swung at Winston as she turned to face him. Her face, uncovered by makeup, displayed crow’s feet and slight laugh lines, and Winston estimated her to be thirty-five. Five years younger than his own age.
Her cool mocha eyes assessed him. Are you looking for a place for a family member or a friend?
Neither.
Well, you’re a little too early for yourself.
A sense of humor. She turned her attention back to the little cups and didn’t see his smile. Winston pulled out a business card from his wallet, a flimsy rectangular piece of paper he’d printed at home. It had the essentials, though: home address, mobile number, email. He tapped her shoulder and handed it over.
She raised an eyebrow. "Senior Sleuth, huh? I didn’t know there were different levels of investigators."
He wasn’t sure if she was teasing him or not, but he puffed out his chest anyway. I’m here on official business, I’ll have you know. The granddaughter of Eve Solstice hired me to investigate the death of Joseph.
Her eyes clouded at the mention of the deceased, and she fingered a delicate chain at her neck, hidden beneath her uniform.
Can you help me out?
Winston asked.
Shaking her head, she pointed at the plastic tag pinned to her shirt: Kristy Blake, RN. You probably want to talk to the administrator, Rob Turner. He’s holed upstairs, like usual. Only comes down during his obligatory smoke break. First door on the left.
Thanks.
Winston huffed his way up the long flight of polished cherry wood steps. How were the residents ever able to meet face-to-face with this man? The administrator’s door was closed when he arrived, so he knocked hard against the thick wood.
Hold on a sec.
Winston heard some shuffling from inside. Okay, I’m ready.
A young man sprouting an unruly mop of straw hair sat behind a paper-infested desk. His cat-green eyes, encased in wire frames, flicked between his computer screen and Winston in an unsettling ping-pong motion. He waved Winston in, gesturing to a cushioned mahogany chair. Sit down.
I’m here to investigate a case,
Winston said, as he placed a business card in Rob’s hand.
The administrator frowned, his full attention on Winston now. What about?
I want to conduct a search into the death of one of your residents. Joseph?
Joseph Sawyer? Yeah, he died two days ago.
Rob narrowed at his eyes at Winston. What’s wrong? It said natural causes on his death certificate.
I understand that,
Winston said. Carmen, the granddaughter of your resident Eve Solstice, wants to do a mock investigation to help her grandmother feel better about the death.
Ah, Carmen.
Rob’s eyes unfocused as he smiled.
It seemed Carmen cast her sensual spell on all men around her. Winston cleared his throat. Anyway, it appears that Eve suffers from dementia and thought that Joseph was her husband. She would feel better to have a formal declaration that he died naturally.
I see. Eve’s delusions shouldn’t be catered to, though. She’ll soon forget all the fuss, and Joe had no close family, so it’s not really a big concern for anyone.
Rob took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes. Besides, it’ll be a bother for me and the residents, having a stranger around.
It’s my first paying case, Winston wanted to say, but Rob seemed ready to boot him out of the office. Winston looked around the room to find something to distract the administrator. His eyes traveled past a wilting potted plant, a hefty filing cabinet, and a glass case filled with medication. He looked up and spotted an Eternals comic book framed on the wall.
Hey, the Eternals. Great stuff. What I wouldn’t give to be near immortal.
Huh?
Rob followed Winston’s gaze. Oh yeah, I love The Forgotten One.
His superhuman strength rivals Thor and Hercules.
Rob grinned. It’s good to find another comic book aficionado. Are you going to Comic-Con?
Maybe,
Winston said. Probably not, though. He couldn’t afford a ticket to San Diego on his budget, especially with this current gig swirling down the drain.
Rob looked back at his computer. Well, nice talking to you, but duty calls.
Winston caught the screen’s reflection off Rob’s glasses. It wasn’t text but moving images. Are you playing a video game?
No.
Rob coughed. I’m looking over financial documents.
Winston saw him jab at a couple of buttons to close down the program. He must have pressed a wrong key because a barrage of laser sounds filled the air.
The noises seemed familiar. "Is that...Space Domination?"
You know it?
Rob asked.
Sure do. Tested that MMO for four months straight.
Really? You work in the industry?
Winston massaged his temples. I was a game tester for a really long time.
Until the switch to detective work.
That’s so cool,
Rob said. You want a drink? I’ve got a mini fridge under the desk.
He ducked below the table, and Winston could hear the door hiss open.
All I’ve got is Sprite left.
He pulled out a Swiss Army knife with a bottle opener and popped the top off. I only get the good stuff, the kind that comes in glass bottles. Aluminum and plastic throw off the taste. Want some?
Rob grabbed a foam cup from a nearby stack and offered it, but Winston refused. No, I’m more of a Coke man myself.
Well said.
Rob took a swig of clear soda straight from the bottle. I always wanted to make video games, but my parents shut me down. Mom’s a bookkeeper and Pop’s an accountant, so they wanted something more ‘stable.’ That’s how I got roped in here.
Your mom and dad pushed you to work in a senior home?
No, I hopped around doing odd jobs, hoping for a break into video games, but my folks demanded I take night classes on finance. Dad always says, ‘There’s nothing certain in life except death and taxes.’ So I decided on death when I heard about the open administrator position here.
Rob tapped his noggin. I exaggerated my education a bit saying I was pursuing an MBA, and that Chinese Richie Rich owner was desperate to hire. Here I am two years later. I’d love to change jobs, but it’s all about connections. Or moolah.
Rob stared at Winston for a moment. Do you still have ties to the gaming industry?
Sure,
Winston said. Sort of. He did have a friend who owned a recording studio and provided voice actors for games. And he still received queries to test for companies now and then. You have to start low and move your way up, though.
Rob waved the comment away. Nah, I have management experience now. I figure I could be a producer pretty quick. Will you put in a good word for me?
I can try,
Winston said. He didn’t want to blast the kid’s hopes right away. Guys with no experience ended up testing, and that usually led to a dead end. That was how Winston’s life had turned out, after all. Of course, if his dot-com investments had worked out... But it was over ten years later, and he still hadn’t sorted out the financial mess.
Thanks, buddy,
Rob said. I think you can start this phony investigation of yours. You scratch my back, and I’ll scratch yours.
CHAPTER 3
WINSTON HEADED BACK downstairs into the main lobby of Sweet Breeze. The nurse must have finished with her medication dispensation because the area lay open and empty. The high-vaulted room reminded him more of a swanky hotel than an old people’s home. It boasted plush cream carpeting, unmarked by a single stain, and its fluffiness sprung back after every silenced step. Potted plants in gold containers sprinkled the room, their glossy leaves so surreal that he had to touch one to make sure it was genuine. A microsuede couch cozied up to matching armchairs in the room’s