Welcome to the last post of March 2026. Hope this week will be a pleasant one. Spring is lurking around somewhere. Fingers crossed that she gets the nerve to come out soon! This week, the authors of Tuesday Tales are writing to the word prompt VICTOR. I’m continuing with my cozy mystery, The Case of the Missing Prince. Enjoy. When you finish reading my scene, don’t forget to drop over and visit the others by clicking on the link at the end of the post.
It was just after ten-thirty Mountain Standard Time Friday morning when our plane landed at YCC Calgary International Airport. The men had slept most of the way, while I’d spent time reviewing the list of things we had to do when we got to Calgary. Hallie was frantically trying to locate Carolyn Warden in Montana, but it turned out to be a popular name. As soon as she found her, I would make arrangements for a telephone or online interview with her.
We’d left Ottawa at eight-thirty, but had gained more than two hours despite the four hour and forty minute flight time. We collected our luggage and headed into the Arrivals area. I spotted our driver immediately, the red Stetson Hallie had mentioned was hard to miss.
“Hank McNally?” I approached the man, my suitcase moving easily on its wheels beside me.
He tipped his hat. “Ms. Chambers, I presume?” I nodded. “Pleased to meet you.”
“These are my associates.” I indicated Al, Petrov, and Viktor, each of them pulling their suitcases following me. For a second I considered that I might look like a mother duck with all her ducklings in a row. I smiled. “It’ll be nice to know that we’ll have the same driver for the duration of our time here.”
Hank chuckled. “I’ve worked hard to get the plum jobs, taking on fares none of the others were interested in taking—not that there’s anything wrong with you guys—but an on-demand job, covering a minimum of two weeks, makes it hard to have time for family or anything else. Still, to the victor go the spoils as they say. Kids are all grown and the wife is long gone, so I’m at your beck and call.” His blue eyes twinkled, and he winked. “The advance your company sent was more than generous and will make everything worthwhile.” He pulled a card out of his shirt pocket. “My numbers are there.” He handed it to me. “I’ll be staying at home while you’re in Calgary. My place is about fifteen minutes from your hotel, but apparently I’ll be in the hotel with you in Banff. Never had the wherewithal to stay there, so thank you kindly for that. Now, where to first? I’ve got the list of addresses you want to visit. Lady I spoke with said you’re looking for a missing person.”
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