McCone and Friends
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Copyright © 2000 by the Pronzini-Muller Family Trust
Ebook Copyright 2011 by AudioGO
“If You Can’t Take the Heat,” © 1996 by the Pronzini-Muller Family Trust, first published in
Mary Higgins Clark Mystery Magazine
, Summer 1996; “The Holes in the System,” © 1996 by the Pronzini-Muller Family Trust, first published in
Ellery Queen’s Mystery Magazine
, June 1996; “One Final Arrangement,” © 1998 by the Pronzini-Muller Family Trust, first published in
Mary Higgins Clark
Mystery Magazine
, Summer 1998: “Up the Riverside,” ©1999 by the Pronzini-Muller Family Trust, first published in
Irreconcilable Differences
; “Knives at Midnight,” © 1996 by the Pronzini-Muller Family Trust, first published in
Guilty as Charged
;“The Wall,” © 1993 by the Pronzini-Muller Family Trust, first published in
Criminal Intent 1
; “Recycle,” ©1999 by the Pronzini-Muller Family Trust, first published in
Mary Higgins Clark Mystery Magazine
, Summer 1999: “Solo,” © 1997 by the Pronzini-Muller Family Trust, first published in
Ellery Queen’s Mystery Magazine
, April 1997.
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If You Can’t Take the Heat (
Sharon McCone
)
The Holes in the System (
Rae Kelleher
)
One Final Arrangement (
Mick Savage
)
Up at the Riverside (
Ted Smalley
)
Knives at Midnight (
Sharon McCone
)
Sharon McCone was conceived in 1971, when an insistent and sometimes annoying woman’s voice inside my head began demanding I pay attention to her. For months I’d been toying with the idea of creating a female counterpart to the male private investigators whose adventures I so loved reading about; now, it seemed, she wanted to be heard. But as insistent as she sounded, at first she gave me few clues as to her identity. In fact, she seemed more intent upon impressing on me who and what she was
not
.
She was not the kind of private detective who has a bottle stashed in the desk drawer. She was not emotionally immune to the depressing and often tragic events she encountered on San Francisco’s mean streets. She did not operate out of a shabby, one-woman down-town office. She was not a loner.
Well, fine. But who and what
was
she?
Some of the specifics proved surprisingly easy to pin down, for I sensed a close kinship between us from the start. She was the kind of woman who liked her wine but didn’t let it interfere with business. She was an emotional, caring woman who fully interacted with the world and those around her. She worked for an organization whose philosophy and goals reflected her humanitarian sentiments—All Souls Legal Cooperative, a poverty-law firm. And she had family, friends, love interests.
The family, friends, and love interests developed slowly over five years of writing manuscripts that can only be described as learning experiences. When the first McCone novel,
Edwin of the Iron Shoes
, finally saw publication in 1977, Sharon possessed a large, mostly dysfunctional clan based in San Diego; a boss who had been her closest male friend at University of California, Berkeley; another friend who provided information that enabled her to crack this first case; and a potential lover. Over the ensuing 21 years she has acquired a large (and somewhat confusing, even to the author) circle of friends and associates.
In 1993 I began to experiment with the voice of some of these friends in a number of short stories in which McCone would be viewed through their eyes and sometimes upstaged by their detecting abilities—my way of keeping her fresh and multi-faceted in my own mind, while trying to entertain the reader in a different way than in the novels. These tales, along with three stories form Sharon’s point of view, are collected for the first time in
McCone and Friends.
Rae Kelleher, who narrates two of the stories, initially appeared as McCone’s new assistant in
There’s Something in a Sunday
(1989), and was the first employee Sharon hired when she moved her new agency from All Souls Legal Cooperative to their present offices in Pier 24 ½. Rae also narrated sections of
The Broken
Promise Land
(1996); the events set in motion there will culminate when she marries McCone’s former brother-in-law (
Listen to the Silence
, 2000). Both of Rae’s tales, “The Wall” and “The Holes in the System,” date from the period while she and McCone were still employed at All Souls.
Mick Savage, McCone’s nephew, first appeared in the 1990 short story, “Silent Night” (collected in
The
McCone Files
, 1995), in which he ran away from his southern California home and his aunt was forced to track him down on Christmas Eve. Still a troubled young man, he was sent to work for her in
Till the Butchers Cut Him
Down
(1992), and soon revolutionized her operations with his computer expertise. In “One Final Arrangement,” he and another McCone operative, Charlotte Keim, work along with her to prevent a killer from inheriting his missing wife’s fortune.
Ted Smalley, originally secretary and later office manager at All Souls, also accompanied McCone Investigations to their new headquarters, and has emerged from a crossword-solver who didn’t even possess a last name to one of the most significant characters in the series. He represents San Francisco’s gay community, and his personal problems formed a major plot element of
While Other People Sleep
(1998). In “Up at the Riverside,” Ted’s membership in this community allow him to give McCone insights into a decades-old crime.
Hy Ripinsky, McCone’s long-term lover, seldom interferes with her investigations. Although he himself is an expert on hostage-negotiation and a partner in an international corporate security firm, he keeps his distance while she’s working—having learned from “long and sometimes hellacious experience” that this is the wisest course. However, in “Recycle,” Ripinsky is prompted to depart from his “hands-off attitude.”
One of the McCone stories, “Knives at Midnight,” is another case she reluctantly shares—this time with her older brother John, who first intruded onto her investigative turf in
Wolf in the Shadows
(1993). The other two, “If You Can’t Take the Heat,” and “Solo,” reflect her growing love of flight and understanding of the world of aviation.
I hope the stories collected here will display new aspects of Sharon McCone’s character, as well as better acquaint you, the reader, with other ongoing series characters. More important, I hope that when McCone soars into the air on the last page, you’ll have enjoyed these glimpses into the world she and her friends inhabit!
Marcia Muller
Petaluma, California
September 30, 1999
(Sharon McCone)
The private investigation business has been glamorized to death by writers and filmmakers, but I can tell you firsthand that more often than not it’s downright tedious. Even though I own a small agency and have three operatives to take on the scut work, I still conduct a fair number of surveillances while twisted into unnatural positions in the front seat of my car, or standing in the rain when any fool would go inside. Last month I leaped at the chance to take on a job with a little more pizzazz—and even then ended up to my neck in mud. Quite literally.
The job came to me from a contact at a small air-charter company—Wide Horizons—located at Oakland Airport’s North Field. I fly in and out of there frequently, both in the passenger’s and pilot’s seat of my friend Hy Ripinsky’s Citabria, and when you’re around an airport a lot, you get to know people. When Wide Horizons’ owner, Gordon Tillis, became nervous about a pair of regular customers, he called me into his office.
“Here’s the problem,” he told me. “For three months now, Sam Delaney’s been flying what he calls ‘a couple of babes’ to Calistoga, in the Napa Valley. Always on the same day—the last Wednesday. On the flight there they’re tense, clutch at their briefcases, don’t talk much. A limo picks them up, they’re gone a few hours. And when they come back, it’s a whole different story.”
“How so?”
“Well, I heard this from this airport manager up there, and Sam confirms it. They’re excited, giddy with relief. Once it was obvious they’d been drinking too much; another time they had new hairdos and new clothes. They call a lot of attention to themselves.”
“Sounds to me like a couple of rich women who like to fly, shop and do some wine tasting—and who don’t hold their alcohol too well.”
“It would sound that way to me too except for two things: the initial nervousness and the fact that they come back flush with cash.”
“How do you know?”
“They pay cash for the charter, and one time I got a look into their briefcases. Even after the plane rental and a big tip for Sam, there was plenty left.”
The cash did put a different spin on it. “I assume you think they might be carrying some illegal substance?”
Gordon nodded.
“So why don’t you tell Sam to search their cases? The FAA gives him the authority to, as pilot in command.”
Gordon got up and went to the window, opened the blinds and motioned at the field. “You see all those aircraft sitting idle? There’re pilots sitting idle, too. Sam doesn’t get paid when he doesn’t fly; my overhead doesn’t get paid while those planes are tied down. In this economy, neither of us can afford to lose paying customers.”
“Security at the main terminal X-rays bags—”
“That’s the main terminal - people expect it there. If Sam suddenly demands to go through those women’s personal effects the word gets out, people might take their business elsewhere. If he does it in a way that embarrasses them—and, face it, Sam’s not your most tactful guy—we’re opening the door for a lawsuit.”
“But you also don’t want your planes used for illegal purposes, I see your problem.”
In the end, Gordon and I worked out a plan where I would ride in the fourth seat of the Cessna that Sam would fly to Calistoga the next Wednesday. My cover story was that I was a new hire learning the ropes. I found myself looking forward to the job; it sounded a whole lot more interesting than the stakeout at a deadbeat dad’s apartment that I had planned for the evening.
