Justin Macdonald Mysteries
Blog Post #1
I killed someone.
Well,
I didn’t actually kill her, but my actions led to her death.
I’ve
been told many times by my friends and family that it really wasn’t my
fault—that it was just a tragic set of circumstances that led to her—I can’t
even say her name.
My
counselor said I should get my thoughts down, so I’m talking about my journey
here on my blog. A
while back, I was keeping a regular journal in one of those ratty notebooks,
and just made it more of an interactive thing. A blog about my adventures and
stuff, solving mysteries. My counselor said it would help me recover from my
experience. Get back on the saddle, is the metaphor he used (yeah, he’s old)
So, if
any of you care to read it, I’m going to recount my journey back to being an
amateur detective—something that I gave up when—mmm, can’t say her name. When she died.
But before that incident, life
was going fairly good. I had buddies like Van Gilman and Corey Cross. And I had
a girlfriend. Yeah, life was good.
To give you guys some
background on me, my dad, Luke Macdonald, is a famous PI here in Canada, and my
mom Taryn Macdonald is a prominent lawyer in town.
I didn’t come from a broken home or anything.
I love my parents. They are cool parents. Some people might say “good for you,
bro,” but I’m not saying this to brag. I just respect my parents, and they
respect me.
And it’s having a PI and lawyer
for parents and having a naturally curious and—ahem—intelligent mind that I tend to stumble on
weird situations that turn into mysteries to solve.
When
I was little, I started solving mysteries around the neighbourhood. Just kid stuff,
mainly. Like finding people’s lost pets. Then, as I got older, I graduated to
more serious stuff, and that’s what led to the—well, the incident that happened
when I was in Grade 9. You know, the one I can’t talk about. Maybe in a future blog
post I can get more into it. But let’s just say it was serious, and I gave up on
my amateur detective career for a while.
But I couldn’t seem to get away
from it, no matter how hard I tried.
So now I’m going to tell you
about what happened with this case that I solved and got me back into this
mystery solving racket.
It partly involves my buddy, Van.
He plays hockey for our local team, the Port Salser Porcupines—hey don’t laugh,
that’s the name they picked. But Van is the goalie for the team. We’ve been friends
since kindergarten and we’re like brothers since neither of us has brothers of
our own. Anyway, Van had this cousin who was a rock singer. He wasn’t famous at
all then, but he’s good. After this case, he became a big star and formed a
band, and they’ve had moderate success.
But it all started when we went
to his concert, and—well, let’s just say I got my first real “case” in a long
time. A case I’m going to call “THE DISAPPEARING ACT”…
