Greg Messel grew up in the San Francisco Bay Area. His newpaper career has spanned positions from columnist and sportswriter to news editor. Mr. Messel's talent won him a Wyoming Press Association Award as a columnist while working at a daily newspaper in Wyoming.
He also spent many years in the corporate world as a financial manager. He now devotes his energies to writing at his home in Edmonds, Washington on the Puget Sound just north of Seattle, where he reside with his wife, Carol.
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If you had to describe Deadly Plunge in two sentences, what would they be?
Sam Slater is a private eye who is involved in an intense romance with TWA stewardess Amelia Ryan in 1958 San Francisco. Together they try to find out why a rich, politically well-connected businessman suddenly ended his life by jumping off of the Golden Gate Bridge.
Do you have a favorite line or excerpt from your current work?
This is a good scene. Sam and Amelia are exploring the mysterious house on Eddy Street, trying to understand what is going on there. Suddenly, they hear two men enter the building and there are foosteps on the creaky stairs. Here’s the excerpt:
Just as Sam began to open a box in the closet he heard a sound down below. He froze. There were footsteps below and voices. The stairs began to creak. Someone was coming.
Sam quickly stuck his head in the bedroom door. “Amelia, someone’s coming! Hide!” he whispered. “Quick!”
Amelia looked panicked. She jitter-bugged in place for a moment, then quickly removed her high heels,grabbed the flight bag and slid under the big Victorian bed. Sam rushed to the closet and closed the door as the creaking on the staircase grew louder.
Sam and Amelia held their breath. It sounded like two men were now on the landing on the third floor, chatting as they entered the bedroom.
It was filthy and Amelia stirred up an accumulation of dust bunnies as she slid under the bed which swirled all around her. To her side was the flight bag and she clutched her shoes to her chest. She tried to not breath for two reasons.
She didn’t want to make a sound but she was also fighting off a sneeze generated by the flying lint and dust under the bed. Amelia pinched her nose and tried holding her breath.