Today I would like to welcome Mystery author D.R. Martin to the blog. I appreciate you taking the time to stop by. He is here with an interview with his Heroine.
Headline:
The Author Interviews His PI Heroine: Breakfast with Marta
Hjelm
It’s been nearly two years since I’ve had a chance to visit
with private investigator (PI) Marta Hjelm and her boyfriend Rick Mueller.
Their involvement in the Gottwaldt ad agency case was the subject of my mystery
novel, Smoking Ruin. Those were tough
times for the couple and I wanted to see how they were doing. I met them for
breakfast at the Ace Cafe in downtown St. Paul—just downstairs from their
office in the Amalgamated Manufacturing Building. The place was packed this
frosty November morning, redolent of frying bacon and brewing coffee.
Marta and Rick arrived just a few minutes after I did, and
sat down opposite me in the booth. Both of them had big camera bags over their
shoulders, and asked if it would be okay to park them next to me.
Marta, as usual, looked a little frazzled and tired—with
circles under her brown eyes. She’d grown out her dark blonde hair a bit since
I’d last seen her. She had on a pair of gray stretch cords and a navy fleece
hoodie. The lady never did like flashy duds. She looked fit and trim, having
shed a few pounds. For his part, Rick hadn’t changed a bit—a lanky,
outdoorsy-looking guy in jeans, green plaid flannel shirt, and red down vest.
When one of the Ace’s convivial waitresses stopped by, I
ordered some eggs and bacon. Marta and Rick both went for short stacks of
sourdough pancakes.
“So what have you guys been up to?” I asked. “How’s the
photo agency thing going?”
The two of them looked at each other and Marta kind of
shrugged.
“Well, D.R., you know that we wanted to shoot and sell a
bunch of stock photography,” she said. “Prepackaged images for websites or
magazines or whatever. But there’s so much cheap stuff out on the web, it’s
hard to earn a buck. We’re making headway. But it’s not a living yet. We can’t
even keep our office upstairs. The rent’s gone way up and we have to move.”
“So herself here,” Rick said, with a sideways head nod
toward his girlfriend, “is still in the PI game. Hasn’t retired yet.”
I figured as much. Like Rick, I didn’t think Marta would
stay out of investigations very long—despite what happened at the Gottwaldt and
Ryan ad agency.
“Admit it,” I said to Marta. “It’s in your blood.”
“Yeah, maybe,” she reluctantly agreed.
“What are you working on these days?” I queried. “Anything
dramatic, like what I wrote about in Smoking
Ruin?”
Marta laughed and shook her head. “Fortunately, no. Skip
traces. Retail work. I mean, I nearly got killed three different times on the Gottwaldt
case. It might be fun to read about, huddled safely with your Kindle, but it
sure isn’t fun when it’s your neck on the line. Anyway, light-fingered retail
clerks rarely attempt to blow anyone up.”
“But didn’t the case get you a lot of publicity?” I asked.
“Marta here was hot news for about a month,” Rick said.
“Then life went back to normal. Her fifteen minutes of fame.”
“So you wouldn’t want another high-profile gig like that?” I
said.
“Tell you what, D.R.,” Marta chuckled, “if one drops into my
lap, you’ll be the first novelist I let know about it.”
“Hey, I’m always looking for a good story,” I said. “Are you
in touch with any folks from the Gottwaldt case?”
“Only Michelle Norton,” answered Marta. “She just started
college out in Connecticut and met me for lunch before she went back east. Got
a full ride, apparently, at some little school. Still has those family issues
that you wrote about, but seems okay. I heard that Denny Ryan and Archie
Gottwaldt are out of jail, on parole. The ad agency’s apparently doing well.
Picked up a few more big accounts. And I forgot about Jennifer Nelson. She
hired me for a few weeks last spring. Some trouble at her husband’s factory.”
I didn’t know if I should ask a certain, sensitive question,
but I did. “And how’s Terry Rosen?”
A little dark cloud flitted across Rick’s face. I don’t
think he liked to hear the name of his girlfriend’s ex—the third corner of the
triangle I depicted in Smoking Ruin.
For her part, Marta kind of glared at me.
“Let’s put it this way, D.R.,” she said. “We exchange
Christmas cards. Nothing more.”
“Ooookay,” I said. “Now why don’t you tell me about some of
your photo projects…”
Other books by D. R.
Martin
The Karma of King
Harald, a canine cozy written under the pen name Richard Audry, to be
published in early December; website at www.richardaudry.com
The Kindle Smoking
Ruin page is at http://www.amazon.com/Smoking-Ruin-ebook/dp/B0079MBA9C/
Blurb:
Minneapolis PI Marta Hjelm failed
to prevent a preventable murder. Her guilt has brought her right to the edge of
burnout and dropout. But a prize specimen from her ancient past—her cheating
ex-husband—appears out of nowhere with a gig too good to turn down. One last
job, Marta figures, can’t hurt.
But hurt it does, as Marta tries to make sense of a terrorist plot at a major
ad agency. In the dead of a long, bitter Minnesota winter, Marta struggles to
survive attempts on her life. To understand her conflicted feelings toward an
ex who wants her back, and toward the man who healed her when everything was
dark. To make peace with the ghost of a victim she should have saved. And to
crack open multiple conspiracies that lead to murder and smoking ruin.
Excerpt:
Snuggled tight in the heated
basement garage, the ad agency’s Lexus started like a charm. I touched the
button on the remote door control, and drove up and out into the brutal January
night. I turned right, through the back parking lot, and right again, around
the end of the building, into the front parking lot, past my frozen Mercury
Marquis.
A minute later I was curving
north and east at a good clip, toward Wayzata, feeling like a rally driver. The
sky was a deep azure, clear as glass and full of the stars you don’t often see
in the city.
It was the first time that
day I’d felt relatively on top of the situation. Sure, plenty of things were
screwed up.
My boyfriend Rick needed
calming down and getting home, where he belonged. I’d had to go to work for
people I didn’t like, for a cause that gave pause. And my reaction to seeing my
ex Terry again made me a little queasy. What’s up with that? I asked myself.
But clear them all up—and I had no doubt that I would—and things looked a lot
better.
I tooled over a narrow
bridge, went left, then right, the lake only a dozen feet away. The headlights
caught the glitter of ice on the road. I lightly tapped the brakes, but didn’t
feel them catch. No anti-lock kicking in. Doing something wrong, I thought, as
my heart accelerated and my gloved hands squeezed the wheel harder.
I feathered the brakes
again—a reflexive, fluttery tapping of my right foot, from teen driving days—as
I came onto the ice. I was going way too fast. Again, nothing happened. The
Lexus kept rolling.
Turning the wheel left, I
could feel my heart coming up into my mouth.
The tires refused to find a
purchase on the ice and the car began to yaw sideways.
I kept feathering the brakes,
then pressed hard. The pedal went to the floor with a forbidding “thunk.”
The road curved left again,
but the Lexus kept going straight.
A puny steel-cable guard rail
came up fast as a shot and the front of the Lexus sheared through it with a
percussive roar.
I was briefly airborne over
eight feet of steep shoreline, starting to scream, when the car nosed down.
The frozen lake rushed toward
me, brilliant in the headlights, like a wall of dirty, corrugated granite.
Tour Schedule for Smoking Ruin by D.R. Martin
November 5th -
Author Harlie Williams
November 6th -
Harlie's Books
November 7th -
Romance Book Craze
November 8th -
My Reading Obsession
November 9th -
House Millar
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