A Kayak for One

Kirk Lake Camp, Book 1

By: K. L. McCluskey

Narrated by: K. L. McCluskey

Length: 5 hrs and 18 mins

Publisher's summary

A Charlene Parker mystery.

Set mostly in northern Ontario at a cottage resort and partly in rural Nova Scotia, A Kayak for One (book one in the Kirk Lake Camp series of books) features a former Hamilton police detective who would like most of all to just do the never-ending everyday chores of running a resort but who seems to end up having to solve murders instead.

As if that isn't enough the former detective, Charlene Parker, also has to deal with creepy peeping Bob across the lake, the local OPP detective Sarah, who has issues to no end that Charlene must hear about, a bagpipe playing lover across town, an old house to fix up across the country on the east coast, and with all that still find time to cook for herself and half the police detachment while they poke about the resort trying to solve the murders before Charlene does.

Then, of course, there are the guests. Not only are the trees too sappy, too messy, too numerous, the mosquitoes and black flies are too many and too pesky, the cabins are too rustic with too few luxuries, with too few televisions (as in none) and too expensive, the other guests are too loud, too drunk, too close, too present, the air temperature is too hot or too cold or too windy or not windy enough, the lake is too cold or too rough, with too few pickerel and bass, the wolf howls are too scary and too close, the black bears are too smelly and too scary and too close, the water snakes too skittish and scary and too close, the garter snakes too, too, too close, the red squirrels and blue jays too chattery and bossy and too close, and the guests' own families are too obnoxious, too stressful, too close.

It's enough to make Charlene want to head south, back to a dark alley in the north end of Hamilton, to chase a criminal in a hoodie (always a hoodie), with a gun, who is too scary, too mean, too drunk, too stoned, too hilarious, too stupid, and too close.

©2017 Kathy L. McCluskey (P)2019 Kathy L. McCluskey