Notes from the Bench

Fixed to Death is out next Tuesday. A fuller look at the book, how the pre-order reaches you on release day, and where the launch note goes out.

A customer had said the woman weighed heavy, and the talk went round the town a day before her scale reached my bench. She wanted it checked, not defended, and the weights had an answer that ran the other way from the accusation.

A repair ticket has four fields, always in the same order, and I ran my own working life on the same form before I ever gave it to a detective. The last field asks what the fix cost, and in a mystery that cost is never only parts and hours.

A repair café is a hall, some borrowed tables, and a line of toasters waiting to be fixed for nothing. They are the most cheerful rooms I know, and I gave my fictional town one and put my sleuth behind the counter.

Pre-orders for Fixed to Death are open, and the cover is the premise in one image, a mended cash register set in a lit shop window.

The case had not come down off that cabinet in years. The boy knew it for a fact, and he built his whole plan around it.

Before I draft a page I know who, how, why, and what the crime left behind. Everything else is built to put that trace in my detective's path.

Fixed to Death, the first Repair Café Mystery, is a Kindle ebook out August 4, 2026. If you have been reading The Notebook, you already know its town.

June brings the estate sales out along the Sound. I go for the small broken machines, and I come home with something harder to price, the arrangement of a whole life laid out on card tables.

Wear is a record of habit, not of intention. This is how I read a worn object, and how I put that reading to work in the fiction I write.

They wanted to know at the shop where a retired postmistress gets to when she puts on her coat at five. One Tuesday answers it. A For Sale sign turns up in a yard that would never carry one, the town builds the wrong story around it by suppertime, and it falls to Dot to put the record straight in a single sentence, aimed at the one ear that will carry it nowhere else.

A well-made machine from the last century outlasts the household that bought it. The old ones were built to be opened and kept, and I try to give the ones I write the history they actually have.