You realize, of course, that 150 words is like torture to Val. She might as well try typing with nine fingers tied behind her back. In addition, Val is a stranger to fiction. After all, her life is stranger than fiction. So please take the following effort with a grain of sand...
The Tomb of the Well-Known Hair Lengthener
Sal Thethicktorian is hot on the trail of a killer. A killer whose recent actions embody the feelings Sal chokes down in the form of gas station chicken and 44 oz. Diet Cokes.
The latest body, discovered at the beach, encased in a human sand castle, was Sal's very own hairdresser. Though the victim herself had a pixie cut, the killer went to great lengths to give the burial mound a flowing waterfall of tresses. A tribute, perhaps, to her uncanny and unappreciated ability to make the client's hair LONGER after the cut.
Sal must decipher clues from the tomb to protect the next target. Bearded lady with the traveling circus? Jewelry designer of large-scale bling? Elderly proprietor of the Tick Tock Shop? Owner of the All Christmas All the Time Shadow Box Store? Local locksmith? And what about that missing pinky finger?
Can Sal solve the case in time?