Hey, Christmas murder fans, this is Katie A Cardo. Listen in while
I tell you the Story of the Evergreen Murders. A McKenzie monroe Christmas Mystery
Part one, Christmas Comes to Evergreen. McKenzie Monroe had always hated the Holidays.
She found them bordering on alarmingly annoying, obnoxious, and frivolous. About
the time October first rolled around or earlier, as was seeming to become the
custom in recent years, mackenzie tried her hardest to black out the jangling refrains
of jingle bells, the screaming children in line at the mall waiting to see
Santa, and the mind numbingly mono and predictable Christmas movies that seemed to dominate
every television channel for a quarter of the year. Fortunately, in sunny Los
Angeles, McKenzie's city of residence for the past seventeen years, giving Christmas the
cold Shoulder was fairly easy. She avoided crowded shopping centers like the plague.
She kept her Spotify channel tune to her favorite podcast, so there was absolutely
no chance of a Christmas carol making its way into her newest model wireless earbuds,
and she threw herself into her work with a vengeance. Not like throwing
herself into her work with a vengeance was anything different for her. From January
until September, McKenzie was a workaholic and liked it that way. About a
year ago, her boyfriend of six whole months had broken up with her,
claiming that she didn't have the right frame of mind when it came to their
relationship, that she needed to figure out what it was she wanted, and
that she better think long and hard about how much time she spent on work
instead of focusing on those who focused on her. As he carried on and
on, Mackenzie rolled her eyes in disbelief at how desperately cliche the whole breakup
was becoming. Also, because the timing of said breakup was only a month
before Christmas, the X had referred to her as a grinch. McKenzie had
never heard of such a word before, so she had googled it. She
only had to glimpse a greenish looking monster and some ridiculous quote about a heart
being three sizes too small, and immediately snapped her computer shut. She realized
she didn't need him or his lame holiday references. It wasn't that she had
troubled dating or finding men to be interested in her. Initially, at five
foot eight, McKenzie was tall and striking and quite pretty with wavy blonde hair
and green eyes. It was more that she had always found dating boring and
had never really established the time for it. She had her work, and
that was usually all she required. Mackenzie was a senior agent at the Sandra
Hirsh Hollywood Talent Agency. At thirty five years old, she was the youngest
in her position, and pretty sure this intimidated the hell out of most everyone
there. Everyone that is, except her lovely actor clients. Most of them
were way too wrapped up in themselves to realize how far she'd come and what
she could do for them to even care. But not Cameron Stack, her
newest and most promising young client. Cameron was twenty five years old, more
handsome and charming than the Devil himself, and could actually act, which,
in the world of up and coming young, handsome and charming actors was an
anomaly. Cameron was a child actor who got his start on the soaps,
worked his way up to the primetime shows, had appeared in two Broadway plays
and now was not on the door of real stardom after having been cast in
a leading role in the next Michael Bay action film. Even though Cameron was
gayer than a three dollar bill, he enjoyed playing the straight roles and had
not yet come out in Hollywood. McKenzie had gladly taken him on as a
client six months ago, and since then they had become somewhat friendly, as
much a friend as McKenzie could call anyone, what with her tiny, grinchy
heart, And now she was sitting across from him, yelling at him as
he sat smirking on the blue leather couch in her office. Cameron had recently
been offered the role of the small town architect boyfriend in one of the million
holiday movies currently shooting in order to air next Christmas on the Candy Cane Channel,
and McKenzie had had a good chuckle over that offer. While having her
third glass of wine one night, she almost tossed a contract into her gas
fireplace, but instead drunkenly texted a picture of it to Cameron to the lay
the news, mostly because as an agent she was required to tell her clients
about every single offer Included in the text besides the phrase can you believe this
shit, which was mostly made up of typos, was a Santa emoji,
the bloody knife emoji, and a volcano emoji. She had woken up the
next morning to a series of text from Cameron asking what the project was,
could he get some more information on it, and why the volcano. Mackenzie,
vaguely hungover and late for work, curriedly dashed off a text in reply,
stating that while she was sure he was kidding, he was expressly and
indubitably forbidden from taking the role or any other in which his character would be
seen on a channel named after a seasonal peppermint treat that had been four days
ago, and now here was Cameron sitting across from her with a smug smile
on his face, explaining that because she his agent had not been willing to
relay the Candy Cane offer to him and had clearly been intoxicated at the time
of its inception, had taken matters into his own hands, called the Candy
Cane production company and the director of the movie himself, and had gladly accepted
their offer. The Candy Cane Network and the director were beyond thrilled. McKenzie
was livid. What in the hell were you thinking? This is the worst
career move of all time? She spat at him as she got up to
pace the room. Why on earth would you ever want to do this movie?
Cameron crossed one long leg over the other and shrugged, flipping his hair
nonchalantly. Because I think it would be fun, and I love Christmas.
You think it would be fun and you love Christmas, Mackenzie shot back,
incredulously. Are you even listening to yourself? What are you eight years old?
No? But isn't that the point of these movies? Just to feel
like a kid again and have a little fun. The point of these movies,
Mackenzie replied, is nothing less than nothing. They are a waste of
time, production, and money. Yeah, but they make lots of it.
But you won't, Mackenzie shouted. Out of the corner of her eye,
she saw an intern glance toward her office in terror. Before scurrying away,
Mackenzie stalked over to the blinds and quickly closed them. She turned to
Cameron, and, regaining her composure, lowered her voice without losing the urgency
in it. Cameron, I saw the contract they were offering you peanuts for
that role. You are now worth so much more than that. Your career
has taken off. Never mind that you didn't even ask me as your agent
to negotiate the terms of this godforsaken Christmas movie for you. She practically spat.
But I truly hope that you did not accept that menial and pathetic monetary
amount that those racketeers were offering you. Don't worry I didn't. Oh,
thank god, I'm actually doing it for less what yep? Cameron drummed his
fingers on the edge of the couch, then slapped it with the palm of
his hand. I'm only making them pay me half of what they originally offered.
Mackenzie bulked. She felt like she was going to be sick. She
sat down behind her desk and managed to croak out, you can't be serious.
Oh I'm dead serious. But don't worry. I'll still pay you your
cut of the original amount. Cameron smiled and leaned forward, placing his elbows
on his knees. You want to know something, not really, I'll tell
you anyway, Cameron started growing up. My mom loved Christmas, I mean
loved still does She kind of passed it off to my sister and me.
It's our favorite time of year. Every holiday, we would bake cookies and
decorate the Christmas tree and watch It's a Wonderful Life on TV. Ever since
I moved out to LA, I've been so busy with work that I haven't
had much time to focus on the things that really matter, like the holidays.
Anyway, So you know what happened. I took the part in this
dumb Christmas movie and I called my mom to tell her, and she was
so happy she started to cry. Cry Mackenzie, I was cast as the
lead in a play on Broadway and my mother barely batted an eye. I
tell her I'm playing a supporting role in a Candy Cane Christmas movie, and
she loses her shit. That is why I'm doing this. Cameron finished his
soliloquy and sat back against the chair, obviously pleased with himself. Mackenzie stared
back at him, blinking slowly. She couldn't believe it. Cameron was dead
serious about this movie role, and there was nothing she could do about it.
She was about to open her mouth to speak when the door to her
office flew wide open to reveal her boss, Sandra Hirsch, looming in the
entryway. Sandra was petite, with a shock of white hair and a smear
of red lipstick. She was also about eight thousand years old and British,
or so most people thought. A rumor had been flying around the office for
forever that she faked the accent and was actually from Pittsburgh. McKenzie didn't care
if Sandra was from tim Buck two. She only cared about earning and keeping
her respect and receiving her paycheck. Today, Sandra was wearing her signature lip
color, huge pearl drop earrings, and an enormous fur coat. Never mind
the fact that the temperature outside was a seasonably warm seventy nine degrees. She
toyed with her vape pen as a vanilla scented miss swirled around her. Cameron
swiveled in his seat to take in the interloper. Well, if it isn't
Cruella Deville herself, he muttered, What a compliment? She crooned back,
giving him a wink and locking eyes with McKenzie. What's this I hire about
Cameron storing in a movie? For the candy cane netwook, She twirled her
pen and gave McKenzie a glare. He did it, not me. Mackenzie
put her hands up in the air as if she were being held at gunpoint.
I told him not to take the role, that it was a career
ending, stupid move, but he didn't listen to me and went behind my
back and called the producers and told them he'd take it. I am more
than happy to call them back right now to see if we can get him
out of this contract. Sandra continued to glare at her. Well, why
on earth would you want to do that, she asked, Because well,
I'm just trying to fix this, and I know Randy over at the Candy
King you will do no such thing. Mackenzie, I for one think it's
a splendid idea that Cameron Starr in this movie. And frankly, I am
quite disappointed in you that you did not think to secure this role for him
in the first place. You've really let me down this time. But I
wait what. Cameron turned and grinned at her with an I told you so
face. Do you know, Mackenzie, how many eighteen year old twenty something's,
forty something, seventy something and so on watch the candy Can Network during
the holidays countless numbers. They would love to see Cameron as one of the
dashing leads, A boyfriend lawyer. Oh what was it love? Oh it's
a small town architect ex boyfriend who becomes a current boyfriend again to a hard
working city girl. Cameron answered, yes, yes, that very good.
They film in three days in Ohio, and I think you, Mackenzie,
should accompany Cameron for the week. Shoot. Wait, what why? Mackenzie
asked in disbelief. You are his agent, dear, his not very good
agent who failed him miserably, but his agent nonetheless, and he needs your
support. Plus, I want you down there to make sure the contracts get
signed and so on and so forth. We'll do you a bit of good,
I believe, get some fresh air. Mackenzie couldn't believe her ears.
Cameron had now turned back to her and was making a movement that mimicked a
throat slashing. Mackenzie shook her head at him and pleaded with Sandra, but
I what you have plans? Dear? Well, no I don't, but
good didn't think So you will fly to Ohio day after tomorrow and return on
Christmas eve day. That is all? Oh, And Merry Christmas. You
two, Merry Christmas. Cameron hollered back as Sandra slammed the door behind her
in another sickeningly sweet smoke cloud. Mackenzie sank into her seat and put her
head in her hands. I can't believe this, she mumbled. Cameron,
on the other hand, was excited, clapping his hands and dancing in his
seat. A Christmas adventure, just you and me? What will we see?
What will we do? Who will we see? And who will we
do? In Ohio? Wait? What's Ohio? Oh? Crosspoot, Mackenzie
replied, her words muffled because her hands were still over her face. A
very boring, very cornfield estate in the middle of nowhere. Okay, geography
nerd alert? How do you know this? Cameron looked incredulous. I was
born in Indiana. You're kidding me, Unfortunately I am not. Why do
you think I love it here so much? Cameron jumped up from his seat
and headed toward the door, sashing and looking over his shoulder. Well,
miss Forage, princess, we are going on an adventure. Get ready to
have the best Christmas ever with yours truly, Mackenzie dropped her head into her
hands. On the desk. Cannot wait, It'll be great, she said,
sarcastically. Oh, come on, don't be such a scrooge. What's
a scrooge, Mackenzie asked, Jesus Christ, you are hopeless, and with
that, Cameron also slammed the door and was gone. Mackenzie had forgotten how
small the airports were in the Midwest, and she had to admit it was
kind of nice to step off the plane and not be jostled to death by
city people in a hurry to get to their final destinations. The Dayton Airport
was pretty much every passenger's final destination because there were only seventeen gates and no
connecting flights. She and Cameron found their luggage on the carousel and under five
minutes and began looking around for their ride to the town where the movie would
be filmed. They didn't have to look very long, because before they knew
it, a young girl with curly brown hair and heavy black framed glasses came
bounding up to them. She was wearing an Ohio stage sweatshirt and jeans and
was clutching a handmade sign that proclaimed their names in bold green marker. Before
Mackenzie could open her mouth to speak. The girl's hands flew up to her
mouth to stifle a scream. Oh my god, Oh my god, she
screeched. It's really you, It's really Cameron Stack. The girl adjusted her
glasses and swooned at Cameron. My name is Jesse Thompson, and I'm one
of the producers. Okay, well, not a real producer, more like
a junior producer. Okay, well, actually more like an intern, I
guess on a Christmas Eve miracle. And I just want to say how excited
I am. Well, we all are, in fact, to have you
here an Evergreen. I thought we were in Dayton. Mackenzie said, well,
yes we are, I mean currently we are, but we're going to
Evergreen, Evergreen, Ohio. That's to town where we'll be shooting the movie.
Population one thousand, two hundred and fifty one. Oh my, aren't
we excited? Cameron replied, pulling down as Dulcha and Gabana sunglasses. So
nice to meet a fan, an Ohio fan at that? All right,
Jesse lead the way, Okay, follow me, Jesse said. Exiting the
airport, the production company sprang for a town car to pick us up.
Isn't that great? She exclaimed. Fabulous, Mackenzie said, lugging her heavy
suitcases behind her. About how long is the drive to Evergreen? That is?
Oh, it's only about an hour, Jesse said, sliding into the
black vehicle that pulled up in front of them. But we have so much
to do. I was hoping to go over the itinerary and shooting schedule with
you guys on the way. Then there's I'm going to sleep, Mackenzie interjected.
The ambient that I took on the plane ride over here still hasn't worn
off. Cameron gave her an exasperated look. Don't mind, McKenzie, he
said to Jesse, she's just a grouch. I would be happy to go
over the schedule with you. Mackenzie glared back at him. She settled into
the backseat and fell asleep to the sounds of Cameron and Jesse chattering before they
even pulled away from the curb. She awoke with a start as the car
was exiting off the highway some seventy miles later. In another mile, the
car took a left onto a two lane road, every inch of which was
lined with massive evergreen trees. Outside the car window on her right was a
green sign that proclaimed Evergreen, Ohio, population one two hundred and fifty one,
where every stranger who arrives is a friend. Upon leaving, Mackenzie would
have loved to have made a sarcastic comment to Cameron right about then, but
he was still deep in conversation with his new best friend. The co ed.
Mackenzie continued looking out the window until they came upon the town. As
if on cue. The minute they started down the main drag, fat snowflake
started to fall. Mackenzie groaned, picturing herself tramping through a snow bank in
her four inch Jimmy Choose stilettos. Cameron, on the other hand, was
elated. Oh my god, snow, he trilled, clutching the frame of
the car window like a five year old. Look, McKenzie, I see
that, she deadpanned. What an adorable little town. It's like a winter
wonderland, he continued. Mackenzie was about to object with another snarky comment,
but thought better of it as she surveyed the town. It was cute,
very small, but it had a certain charm. It looked like something out
of an old movie. It had one cineplex that, according to the marquis
was showing It's a wonderful life. One general store, one diner aptly named
the Evergreen Diner, a post office, a pharmacy, and a library.
At the end of the street, we're a small inn named the Bows Bed
and Breakfast, and an extremely diving looking bar called the Reindeer Pub. I
thought you guys might like to get dropped off at the end to get settled,
since that's where you'll be staying for the week. I hope the accommodations
will be okay, Jesse said. She shrugged and laughed nervously. I mean,
it's not much, but it's all we have here that will be just
fine. Thank you, Cameron said, as he pulled the luggage out of
the car. Okay, great, Jesse said, Well then, I guess
I'll see you guys bright and early at the first shoot tomorrow morning. You
have all the information. Buye and with that, the car pulled away.
Once they had unpacked, Cameron and Mackenzie decided to meet out in front of
the inn to make the two block walk to the diner for dinner. It
was nearing eight pm and Mackenzie was starving. Cameron showed up in a peacoat
sweatshirt, jeans, and a pair of ug snow boots. Mackenzie was still
wearing her Valentino blouse, pencil skirt, and the Jimmy choose. Okay,
Cameron started this outfit like in a propes. This is basically all I have.
Mackenzie countered. You didn't bring a coat or boots. What were you
thinking? I don't own any of that stuff, Mackenzie complained. I live
in la where it's always sunny, not miserable and cold and snowing like this
place. And besides, this was a work trip. I wanted to look
presentable. Cameron snorted as they walked up to the door of the diner.
Well, girl, we gonna have to get you some warm clothing. I'll
ask Jesse tomorrow if we can arrange for some clothes for you. Yes,
I sure would love to wear a flannel shirt for two weeks strict. She
trailed off as she entered the diner, which stopped her cold in her tracks.
The restaurant looked as if Christmas had thrown up in every square inch of
the establishment. Mackenzie's eyes hurt just looking at it. Bright red, green
and gold tinsel was strung up on the walls and scalloped patterns. Dangling from
the tinsel strands were giant paper cutouts of frosty Santa Claus and rootof gaudy plastic
snowflakes hung from the ceiling, and Cameron bumped his head on one as he
ducked to enter through the door. A giant blow Santa Claus was placed in
the far corner of the restaurant kitty cornter. To the Santa was a small
artificial Christmas tree with strings of huge colored bulbs wound around it that were flashing
on and off. Underneath the tree was a bright red tree skirt and a
pile of faked wrapped presents. There were eight booths lined up against the far
wall, and each one was covered in a red plastic tablecloth featuring different Christmas
patterns. On the diner counter sat a trio of stuffed elbs that bobbed up
and down and saying please, Christmas, don't be late when a button was
pushed on their plush stomachs. From the tinney speakers, McKenzie could hear the
original rendition of Grandma got rinnen over by a reindeer. It was, without
a doubt, the most impressive and nauseating sight holiday or otherwise Mackenzie had ever
laid eyes on what in the Cameron started to say, but was interrupted by
a portly woman in her sixties coming around the corner from the kitchen. She
dried her hands on a towel hanging from around her waist and adjusted her trifocals
on her nose. If Mackenzie had not known better, she would have thought
the woman was missus Claws. She had a kind face and close cropped white
hair. She was wearing jeans and arthotic shoes and the most eye catching vest
Mackenzie had ever seen. The green fleeced material was cut in the shape of
a Christmas tree. Little colored lights blinked out from it, and the rest
of the vest was covered with buttons that displayed phrases like kiss me, I
Love Christmas, and all I want for Christmas is my two front teeth,
and I believe I'm very sorry, very sorry, But we're closing up for
the night, so if y'all could just skid atle and come back in the
morning, be much appreciated, the woman said, not looking up in front
of her. When she finally did look up to see McKenzie and Cameron standing
in front of her. She let out a shrill howel. She clasped her
hands together and brought them up to her chest. Mackenzie could swear she saw
tears in the woman's eyes. She wasn't used to this sort of response to
her actors. Back in La Cameron was barely recognizable, although McKenzie was trying
to change that. There he was just another dime, a dozen up and
coming wanna be actor, no one worth a second look. But here in
central Ohio he was a legitimate God. Oh my heavens, the woman exclaimed,
Oh my word, it's Cameron Stack right here at the Evergreen Diners.
I live and breathe. She clutched her hands to her chest yet again.
Mackenzie worried she might have a heart attack. Please please come with me.
We'll get you seated and get you anything you want, anything at all,
Raoul, She hollered back into the kitchen. You gotta stay for ten more
minutes. We have special guests. She turned back to McKenzie and Cameron as
she slid two menus onto one of the plastic top tables. I am Diane
Tannenbaum, and I will be your waitress for the evening. I knew you
all were coming to shoot the movie here, which we are so excited about,
but seeing you in person is just so exciting. And mister Stack,
may I say you may be the most handsome man I have ever laid eyes
on, except my husband, of course, May God rest his soul.
Sam. Now he was a looker. Cameron grinned, well, thank you,
Diane, and please call me Cameron. Mackenzie looked around the restaurant.
Half the lights were off, and a mop was standing up in the corner.
Cameron spoke up and said, did I overhear you say you were about
to close? We don't want to keep you. If you are, we
can always find another place to eat. McKenzie looked at her watch. It
was ten till eight you close before eight pm, McKenzie asked, And yes,
we can totally go find another place. Any sushi or Asian fusion restaurants
nearby. Diane laughed, Oh, honey, this is the only restaurant for
about twenty five miles, and you won't find anything open in the general vicinity
past eight pm. I know you city folks probably have your late cosmopolitan dinners,
but here in evergreen. We like to eat early and retire early,
so we can get up at the crack of dawn and do it all over
again. It is no problem for you two to eat. You are a
via peaks. Raoul can make you whatever you would like. Breakfast is served
all day, by the way. Cameron ordered a western omelet and coffee,
and mckenn the order to side salad with vinagrette and a red wine. Diane
looked up from her order pad. Oh, I'm terribly sorry, but no
liquor license in this establishment for drinks. She'll have to go down to the
Reindeer Pub. But I can't guarantee they have any wine, at least not
any fancy kind. But food I can do. So let's see. The
salad with dressing on the side, comes with two eggs any style hash browns,
and a side of pancakes or toast. Oh no, that's all right,
I'll just have the salad. Cameron glared at her. She's very sorry
if she's being rude at all, he said, She'll take pancakes, and
if she won't eat them, I will. Diane scurried off to take their
order to the kitchen. Cameron whispered can you just stop being an uppity bitch
for like once in your life. Mackenzie glared back at him. I remind
you that this whole thing she waved her hand around the restaurant was your idea,
and now we're stuck here in this shitty little town for a week in
order for you to dramatically end your career. Oh please, Cameron spat back.
It's not so bad here. The people are nice. You're just being
a diva. You just love them because they worship you, she countered.
Okay, I admit that doesn't hurt. Cameron replied with an impish grin.
Just then, the bell over the front door clanged and a man in his
mid forties strode into the diner. He was about six feet tall, with
wavy, dark hair and chocolate brown eyes. He was wearing jeans, tan
work boots, up plaid flannel shirt, and a lightweight black coat. There
was a three day stubble on his chin and a glint in his eye.
He was carrying a Manila folder in one hand, and once he caught sight
of Cameron and McKenzie, headed toward them. Oh my god, it's the
real life brawny man. Cameron whispered to Mackenzie, who knew Ohio had the
hottest lumberjacks around. Mackenzie had to admit that the man was quite good looking
in a rugged sort of way. She adjusted her skirt and ran her hands
through her hair as he approached. Once he reached the table, he stuck
out his hand. Nick Tannenbaum esquire jordanaire Cameron lungs ford to grip his hand.
I'm Cameron Stack and this is McKenzie Monroe, high powered Hollywood agent,
I presume, the man said, holding her gaze just a little longer than
necessary. Yeah, how did you know who I was? Well, you
see a town this small, everyone knows everyone and their business within about five
minutes of their arrival. Also, my mom and your fabulous waitress Diane texted
me that you two were here, and I lived just around the corner.
And I'm the local attorney in charge of your legal paperwork and writers, etc.
For the next week that you'll be her shooting. So I thought i'd
bring the first set of contracts over and introduce myself. You're the local lawyer,
Cameron asked, sliding over in the booth so Nick could sit down next
to him. Man, remind me to break a few laws while I'm here,
so you can help me with my legal defense, Counselor Nick laughed.
Mackenzie rolled her eyes. Evergreen's one and only attorney, Nicholas kringled Tannenbaum the
fifth. That's your real name, Mackenzie blurted out. But it's so Christmas
Eve. Nick interjected, Yeah, that it is. My family came over
from Germany and founded this town in eighteen oh five, and we're Christmas tree
farmers. That's how they got their last name. Over the year, the
town's name came to be called Evergreen because of the bounty of evergreen trees we
have here. The Christmas theme just kind of stuck, and clearly my mother
drank the kool aid and named me after Santa Claus, essentially. Diane came
out then, carrying four huge plates along with a fresh pot of coffee.
I see you've met my favorite son, she exclaimed, Your only son,
mom, Nick said, rolling his eyes, Still my favorite. Can I
get you something to eat? Honey, you're looking a little thin these days,
Diane trilled, pinching one of Nick's cheeks. I think he looks just
fine, Cameron said, checking him out over the rim of his coffee cup.
No, I'm good, mom, Thanks. I just wanted to come
by to drop these papers off with them, he turned to McKenzie. The
contracts are pretty much exactly what the Candy Cane Network and I discuss. But
if you want, I can leave them with you. You can look them
over tonight, make sure everything seems on the up and up, and then
sign them. You can just get them back to me tomorrow night at the
Mayor's dinner. You two are still going, right, mackenzie side. One
of the activities on their at tinnerary was to have dinner at the mayor of
Evergreen's house, a man by the name of Denver Sebastian. She was not
looking forward to it, but suppose she would have to schmooze with some of
the more important townspeople at some point, so she might as well get it
over with. We'll be there, she said, you're going to Oh sure,
Nick said, it will be a small gathering. But Denver and I
go way back. We were actually on Evergreen High as foot ball team together
back in the day when he was a senior and I was a freshman.
If you can believe it, but he was much better than I ever was
anyway, he continued, dropping the Manila folder on the table and standing up
to leave. I better let you guys eat your dinner before it gets cold.
Can I offer you a ride to the Mayor's house tomorrow night? It's
no trouble. I can pick you up at the inn at seven. Before
mackenzie could respond, Cameron spoke up. We would love a ride, wouldn't
we Mackenzie, Yeah, sure, thanks, she offered. We'll see you
at seven. Pleasure to meet you, Cameron McKenzie. His hand rested on
McKenzie's shoulder for a minute, and McKenzie felt a slight tingle of pleasure.
I will see you guys tomorrow night. He headed for the door with a
quick glance back. Pleasure was all mine, Cameron murmured, hungrily, digging
into his omelet. The Evergreen Murders is written, produced, and performed by
me Katie a Cardo. Sound mixing provided by Jack Hire. Music provided by
Jack Hire, Jim Van Rieth, Steve Bain, and The Angel Choir.
Tune in next Tuesday for part two. See you then,