Welcome to the solve-the-mystery contest. Five posts. One mystery. One prize.
Read all about it here.
Agent Chloe admired her sleek new haircut in the rearview mirror. She fumbled in her purse for the sunglasses – reflective ones – so a bystander couldn’t tell if she was searching their ears for hidden microphones or observing telltale crumbs on their lapel. She’d been dreaming of this day since she was a little girl – ever since Barfy Bobby with the bushy hair had stolen her whoopee pie at lunch in third grade. As she gnawed on celery sticks that lunch period, she’d vowed to make a difference in this world. And stop crime.
She finished off her Diet Coke, then opened the door and stepped out. The warm May air whispered past, carrying with it the smell of success. Today was her day. Her shining moment. She tugged her black jacket over her stomach roll. Okay, she really needed to cut back on the whoopee pies. It would ruin her image.
After a few wobbly steps on her new stiletto heels, Agent Chloe threw her shoulders back and strode toward the Marriot Hotel in Fitchburg, Massachusetts. She’d been hoping for someplace more exotic for her first assignment. Something with a private spa and a sexy massage therapist. Cocoa Key Water Park with teenage lifeguards didn’t quite cut the mustard.
The door swished open. And she slid into the lobby of the hotel. In her head, the cameras rolled. In slow motion, with a confident step and her arms swinging, she crossed through the plethora of people huddled in groups to the appointed drop-off. She’d spent the last few weeks studying Jennifer Garner’s every move on Alias. Thank God for Netflix.
Minutes passed. Agent Chloe tapped her fake nails against the wall, next to the humongous potted fern. She shifted from foot to foot and tried to look suave as she crossed her legs. She couldn’t miss the drop-off due to Diet Coke. Finally, unable to stand it, she rushed to the little girl’s room. She closed the stall door with her elbow, wishing like hell she’d brought her hand sanitizer.
As Agent Chloe zipped up her pants, an envelope slid across the floor and landed at her feet. The word AGENT was written in bold black letters across the front.
Remember to look for contest clues on twitter! Some tweets might be a clue. Some might not be. Use your detective skills!
my question: will the mystery be solvable without tweets? I am going to put off twitter for as long as possible.
Tina Lee – There will be random clues. And there will be a few clues that make it more possible. You don’t have to have an account to view the tweets. Just go to my profile and you can see my tweets!
And I don’t have a lot of objectivity. Maybe the mystery will be easy to solve. Or maybe one or two of the tweets will give it away. I don’t know yet. Still experimenting. 🙂
I’ll be following this. I’ll probably have to read all your posts in quick succession but just to let you know, my magnifying glass is out.
Great CQG! Thanks.
This is really not meant to take up any more time than reading a normal blog post. It’s for fun. But I might come back from the conference with two books. One for funniest answer. And one closest to the truth.
Yippee! I love mysteries! 🙂 This will be fun!
What a fun idea! I’ll be reading.
Thanks Ansha, Susan, and Kelly.
This contest was me needing some fun! It’s all about fun. Put together your connections you make from day to day so you can relate them in your own funny way on Friday!
Can’t wait to see what happens next!
Someone talk Heather into Twitter so that she can liaison the clues. I’m with Tina, keep Twitter away from me, it’s an addiction I cannot afford.
Anyway, this is awesomely awesome, Laura!!
Jon and Tina – have you been able to read my profile or go to #contextclues to read my clues? The twitter clues might help you solve the case. Some are very real clues. Others are just me having stupid fun. 🙂 It’s okay if you don’t read them. I might be the only one anyway. 🙂
I love Laura. Who’s with me?!? This is most awesomely awesome. I’m terrible at solving mysteries, though. I’ll be lurking in the background waiting to pounce if I see a clue!
Um, Alias, Diet Coke and envelopes passed underneath bathroom stalls. I am LOVING this.
Laura–Do I get extra points if I act out the mystery on Saturday–hide behind a potted plant and wait for a drop? I can totally be your MC pretending to be Garner from Alias. I pretend that in my real life. The verdict is still out on wearing stilettos to the NESCBWI, though.