THE TYCOON
A Kendra Street Mystery
April is a beautiful time of the year in North Georgia. The trees are full of new leaves, the jonquils and daylilies bloom, and the white and pink dogwoods, wild peach trees, Bradford Pears, and glorious crepe myrtles explode with bright colors. The downside is the pollen.
The pine pollen paints everything it can reach yellow, and the microscopic hardwood pollens, which reach nearly everywhere, infiltrate sinuses, eyes, and ears, all the while filling the hair with reinforcements. This wicked stuff arbitrarily destroys some people for weeks while leaving others unscathed, the latter of whom universally prescribe “getting outside” as a cure for the former.
Investigator Kendra Street was in a cruiser on the way to the scene of a burglary in a tony area of north Atlanta. It was about ten p.m. on a Saturday night, and the deputy driving her was picking his way through traffic with occasional blue lights but no siren. Officers had already arrived to clear and secure the scene.
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