Being a private detective on a space station sucks. Not official enough for high paying clients. Stuck only with the scraps the security office sends. Background checks, minor cases. Barely enough to make the rent, never mind replace a dented food recycler. Until a lowly dockworker comes in looking for his son. And slams a target on an even lower private detective's back. Solve the case, or die trying, in the science fiction/mystery Bessel Station Blues.
Private detective Noel Kringle finds himself with not one but two cases: one investigating the vandalism of several Christmas tree nurseries and the other a missing woman. A missing woman who just happens to love Christmas.Enough to join the Claus Connection, an online dating site for people who love Christmas. Now Noel must find a way to investigate a website while dealing with an ex-Christmas Elf who had decided to be Noel's associate. When had Noel's one person job become an actual detective agency? Mystery with a dash of fantasy, Noel Kringle mixes Christmas with sleuthing in a tale of magic and suspense.
When no one at the North Pole takes Noel Kringle seriously he relocates to Toronto to live his dream as a private detective. Complete with cramped office, second-hand, metal desk, creaking office chair, in front of a drafty window overlooking a parking lot. And no cases. Until Regina Marcus walks in. Her problem: disappearing donations from the Santa Charity. A simple fraud, perfect for Noel's first case. Until more than donations disappear. Mystery with a dash of fantasy, Noel Kringle mixes Christmas and sleuthing in a tale of magic and suspense.
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