More of D. J. Reed's Work

"A fake emerald necklace has made its way into the hands of newbie detective McKenna York, who got it from her Uncle Harry who got it from his wife Mildred who got it from the pocket of a man who turned up dead the same day. When Harry comes to McKenna to seek her help with the necklace and the dead man, she jumps in with both feet.

Clues found in the dead man’s pocket lead McKenna to the Greek Island of Santorini where she is confronted with a strange little man and his rich–––albeit dysfunctional–––family, a true cast of characters right out of a TV drama:  a matriarch duchess, her missing sister who may or may not be a ghost, a nasty brother-in-law and his mistress, an uptight daughter, a solicitous son, and a nephew so good looking he takes McKenna’s breath away.

What started out as a lark soon turns into a treacherous game of thievery, jewelry duplication, and murder–––and now McKenna has become the target."


When DJ Kelly and her fellow senior citizen partners at the Waterfront Art Gallery in downtown Seattle decide to take a vacation in Cannon Beach, Oregon, they have no clue that they will be immediately confronted with a skeletal hand buried on the beach, along with a mysterious box of rocks. As it turns out, the hand belongs to an infamous diamond thief who had robbed the Antwerp Diamond Center some years back and had escaped without detection. His two cohorts, who had been caught, but are now out of prison, are on the hunt for the missing diamonds. But they aren't the only ones. Now, along with DJ and her three lady friends, add a couple of former Belgian policemen, the dead man's sister, an errant lawyer, and the Gallery's own malapropic handyman Jerry. The women also run into a police detective in Cannon Beach, who finds them as bothersome as their nemesis from Seattle, Detective Keohan, and things go downhill from there. But what has happened to the diamonds? What does the box of rocks have to do with the murder of the thief or the location of the diamonds? Does anyone know where the dead man has hidden them? The answer must lie in the mysterious box of KILLER ROCKS or does it? DJ is determined to find out.


Seattle senior citizen, DJ Kelly, and her three best friends and co-owners of the Waterfront Art Gallery, are detecting. Despite an insistent internal voice that chides her for her risky adventures, DJ is hot on the trail to help Darlene, a nurse, who is trying to find a young man who was brought into the emergency room yelling a lot of strange, seemingly meaningless terms, including "CCR5,"and then who disappeared--possibly to the Psych Ward. Darlene has received a cryptic phone call from the young man and doesn't know where to turn. The four women fling themselves into the search, assisted by their old nemesis, Police Inspector Keohan, and the gallery's handyman and king of malapropisms--Jerry. But their investigation suddenly takes a dangerous turn and the four ladies find themselves in serious jeopardy. Will they find the young man and unravel the mystery of his apparent mental breakdown before it's too late? Is he insane? Drugged? Or just pretending? It's all in the genes--and in this case, they're "killer genes."