There was so much good stuff going on at Killer Nashville, I don't want to tell about it in a rushed post so I'm going to save it until Friday (remember, Wednesday is reserved for Happy Hump Day funnies).
But I can share this... It happened in the parking garage. Right in our hotel! At a mystery writers' conference! What a coincidence!
WARNING. THE PICTURES BELOW MAY BE TOO GRAPHIC FOR THE SQUEEMISH.
MURDER at Killer Nashville!
And we were all called in to help solve the case. We surveyed the crime scene, read the statements, examined the evidence, decided what items should be collected and what tests should be run. And came up with our own theories as to what happened.
Here's fellow author Kay C. Burns (hi, Cindy). Is that brain matter? Our vic was shot in the head.
What do you make of the splatter pattern? The drag marks? The partial shoe prints? Do you want to hear about the ski mask and the tire iron and the cell phone we found at the scene?
Well, how did you spend your weekend?
Groaner of the Day: He was a mediocre conductor of a mediocre orchestra. He especially had problems with the basses; who were known to have a drink or two before a concert.
It was the last performance of the season, Beethoven's 9th Symphony, which had an important bass part near the end. Just as he was about to cue the basses, the conductor knocked over his music stand. The sheet music scattered. As he stood in front of his orchestra, his worst fear was realized...
it was the bottom of the 9th, no score, and the basses were loaded.