Little Dirt Road

The O'Malleys are doing what? How is it possible that dangerous complications arise from their simple vacation in wine country? With their recent move to South Whidbey Island, only the O'Malley's would stumble upon drug smugglers, embezzlers, and murderers amongst the retirees. The quirky, pastoral island, reachable by a less than speedy ferry from Mukilteo or the narrow, deteriorating Deception Pass bridge, is no match for the wicked men about to visit.

A notorious drug lord and a nondescript enforcer with freakish hell-raising skills invade the peaceful Pacific Northwest island-where not even the friendly locales and free-roaming long-eared rabbits can soften his homicidal heart.

Weeding through the facts and surprisingly connected characters with their trusted friend, Bellevue Detective Bill Owen, the narrative swirls from Mexico to Canada and throughout Puget Sound. It's a heart-racing and outrageously offbeat adventure for two innocent people, proving once again that trouble will find the O'Malleys without the slightest amount of effort on their part.

"Kevin, Jenne, wow! What are you two doing here?"

Robbie Burns had surprised the O'Malleys while they sat at the bar, killing time, waiting for their room to be made up.

"Robbie, hey! What a stunner seeing you." Although slightly less than enthusiastic, Kevin's tone seemed to escape Burns's awareness.

"The US sales division brought all the leading dealerships here for a meeting. I've never been here before, but man, this inn is spectacular. How about you two?"

Even though the O'Malleys had stayed at the lodge a few times in the past, Kevin was reluctant to get into anything other than a cool hello with this fellow, despite their being casual acquaintances from their membership at the same golf club. "We're here for a few days to relax and visit a few wineries. Hope you have fun. We're just heading over to reception to pick up our room keys. Maybe we'll see you later."