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--Acts 5: 12-15 “The apostles performed many miraculous signs among the people. . .More and more men and women believed. . .As a result people brought the sick into the streets and laid them on beds and mats so that at least Peter’s shadow might fall on some of them as he passed by.” ____________________ ______________________ Detective Millard Whitney investigates a murder at a diaper company and soon has a mess on his hands. A woman comes to Millard and tells him that her husband had confessed to her that he had killed his boss. The problem is that the husband has disappeared. The woman is certain that her husband is innocent and wants Millard to find him. Millard isn’t sure why the woman is exhorting him—does she love her husband, or is it that now she has to walk the dog? However, the intrepid detective takes the case anyway and does find Peter, the husband. An hour later, though, Peter is fatally wounded, shot to death right in Millard’s car. So “simple” has quickly turned to “complex,” and Millard begins to find plenty of motives for both killings with the diaper company employees. The company name, “Les-Mes,” is what Millard wishes he had. But he forges forward and runs immediately into “diaper tampering,” with a rival company perhaps having loaded an irritant into Les-Mes’s so-called secret formula. Baby bottoms are getting rashes, and Millard is getting frustrated. With the seeming help of a company employee Millard tries to come up with his own formula for finding the killer. At times Millard feels like an infant himself, lost in a playground labyrinth, as he also has to deal with King Tut’s hunting knife, Mexican cliff-dwellers, and the Alaskan Iditarod sled race. Throw in an apparent suicide which probably isn’t one, and the last lullaby that Millard hears could be his own death march. ABOUT THE AUTHOR: John Osipowicz was born in Madison, Wisconsin and graduated (cum laude) from the University of Notre Dame. After college he worked in advertising for the Chicago Tribune and then migrated into teaching, mainly in the suburbs of Philadelphia. Currently he lives across from a horse farm, thirty miles west of Philly. He has a dog old enough for Social Securty and a cat so fat it's been mistaken for a raccoon. His hobbies are whimsy and leisure. The key to writing, he feels, is the ability to construct the next sentence.