After I wrote Blue Hole and excellent reviews began to pour in I noticed some were upset because I did not solve a murder witnessed by brothers (12) year old Dub and (15) year old Tommy. This inspired me to write SEQUEL River's Edge and add a bizarre twist. I aged the two brothers by 50 years and made them Grandfathers who take their Grandsons to Blue Hole where a murder occurred the last time they were camped there in 1949. They become a family of cold case detectives. It's not easy to solve a (50) year old murder but they are up for the task.
Blue Hole and River's Edge are set in a remote area of the Ozark Mountains on the Jacks Fork River. A spring fed stream named by Life Magazine as one of the most scenic fishing and float streams in the world. (My series of Ozark Mountains stories provide a great way to go on a rustic adventure without leaving town.
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"To understand Overland Park writer Rolland Love, think Mark Twain. Love’s stories are enjoyed by all ages." Nick Kowalczyk, The Kansas City Star.
Introduction
Blue Hole and its sequel, River’s Edge, are two mystery suspense novels set in the Ozark Mountains. These adventure stories are enjoyable for all ages.
The story River’s Edge recounts a camping trip with my grandsons, Nick and Jake, and my brother Dub.
The location is the Blue Hole, on an Ozark Mountains stream where greyishblack snapping turtles bask on piles of driftwood, where cottonmouth water moccasin snakes slither across the surface of the river and fisherman stalk the illusive Smallmouth bass. Turkey Buzzards soar on thermals above towering limestone bluffs and cold spring water with the scent of ancient earth pours from the mouths of caves.
In this idyllic setting, I never imagined we would relive the horror of a murder committed at the Blue Hole the last time Dub and I were there in 1949, or that I would confront the bitterness between kinfolk buried in the deep cool spring fed river of my youth.
Chapter One
The journey began as a celestial call from a spring-fed river. The power of water brought me home. All I had to do was patch up a long-standing feud with my brother, stop thinking about the murders, and not give another thought to the old man who mysteriously appeared behind our tent in the middle of the night the last time we camped at the Blue Hole. I was that close to having the three best days of my life.
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Translated by Mabel Lugo
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