Miyuki, Harvard Girl by Eldon Brown

Excerpt from Miyuki, Harvard Girl by Eldon Brown, soon to be available on Amazon.com:

     He knew that I had observed this procedure before, so I surmised that he had another reason to get me alone. There were some things that I wanted to ask him too. On the way to the orchid house, I just blurted out, “Mr. Seto, were you spying on me?”
      “Not spy,” he said, “watch.”
      “But why?” I asked.
     “It is Japanese way. Everyone is watched. You are seeing my daughter. I must know all about you.”
      “The present was a nice touch.”
     Seto smiled. “Yes, but you did not accept.” He paused and became more serious. “Mattu-san, by now I am sure that you know I am yakuza. It is no secret. Your FBI knows, the baseball players know. It is why I always have bodyguards. I don’t think Miyuki knows, and I would prefer that she believes I am just a simple farmer.” Just then the orchid truck departed from the orchid greenhouse.
     “Is it true that you clear fifty thousand dollars for each of these shipments?”
     He smiled again and offered a slight bow. “Your information not entirely correct. I must pay a commission on every order. Each politician has a budget for meetings and official functions. I pay them twenty-five percent commission.”
      “Isn’t that a bribe?”
      “No, not bribe, commission. We call it tea money.”
     I thought, One man’s bribe is another man’s incentive.
      He looked up at me and smiled. “I suppose you believe that some tea is not exchanged in your country when those big defense contracts are signed.” His eyes seemed to twinkle.
 

Excerpt from Dead Girl in a Charleston Marsh

Author Eldon Brown shared a table with me at the St. Cloud Author Symposium a few weeks ago, and would like to share an excerpt from his mystery, Dead Girl in a Charleston Marsh. Here you go, Eldon. Enjoy, folks!

…The marsh often yielded small treasures which lodged among the tall cattails. Ben spotted something gray and large, ebbing at the edge of the marsh. Might be a dead gator he thought. He approached with caution, realizing that the creature might not be dead. He picked up his newly found paddle to use against the animal; just in case. He hoped it was dead, as he could sell fresh gator, for a dollar a pound, to a local butcher. Simpson reduced speed and carefully approached the floating mass but it was not a gator. Just some old clothes, he surmised. Sadly, he put his paddle down. Someone just too lazy to phone Salvation Army. He prodded the wet mound with his long handled net. The mass moved slightly, bobbing in the Mercury’s prop wash. It turned just enough that a bloated face suddenly appeared and then, freed from the cattails, it rolled over and began a lonesome voyage down river. Simpson fought the nausea that almost overcame him. His heart raced and he began to shiver. He was cold, yet he perspired. He knew that no life remained in the body which now floated away. The swollen face was gray and bits of skin were torn away where the crabs had been feasting.

Dead Girl in a Charleston Marsh is available on Amazon in both print & Kindle formats.