The Diversion
In the opening scene of “Food Jodi” I borrow a “Pulp Fiction” movie vibe and were the book ever to be finished and were it to be made into a movie streaming on Netflix I would suggest using actors who look like the characters from the movie. Engaging Uma Thurman, John Travolta and Samuel Jackson would be prohibitively expensive and I sincerely doubt they would accept the roles. I wouldn’t if I were them.
The three sit at a table in the “Food Jodi” diner hunched over an over-large donut probably made of plaster and more suited to be a paper weight. Emma, pictured but unnamed in an earlier image (see below), is busy with a customer at the drive-up window. For some as yet unspecified reason a ruckus erupts in the diner and Emma’s attention is momentarily diverted from the driver of a white oversized pickup truck at the window about to receive a bag of bear claws and a hot vanilla-almond milk (already paid for, which could be a clue).
When she turns back to said customer he is slumped in his seat, his seat belt unbuckled and quite dead. No sign of a bullet wound. No rope marks around his throat. The rest of the book, being a murder mystery, is the quest of determining not only whodunnit, but how it was done.
The Diversion
In the opening scene of “Food Jodi” I borrow a “Pulp Fiction” movie vibe and were the book ever to be finished and were it to be made into a movie streaming on Netflix I would suggest using actors who look like the characters from the movie. Engaging Uma Thurman, John Travolta and Samuel Jackson would be prohibitively expensive and I sincerely doubt they would accept the roles. I wouldn’t if I were them.
The three sit at a table in the “Food Jodi” diner hunched over an over-large donut probably made of plaster and more suited to be a paper weight. Emma, pictured but unnamed in an earlier image (see below), is busy with a customer at the drive-up window. For some as yet unspecified reason a ruckus erupts in the diner and Emma’s attention is momentarily diverted from the driver of a white oversized pickup truck at the window about to receive a bag of bear claws and a hot vanilla-almond milk (already paid for, which could be a clue).
When she turns back to said customer he is slumped in his seat, his seat belt unbuckled and quite dead. No sign of a bullet wound. No rope marks around his throat. The rest of the book, being a murder mystery, is the quest of determining not only whodunnit, but how it was done.