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Matty Dalrymple is my first three-peat guest! Author Matty Dalrymple and her protagonist, Ann Kinnear, share a love of aviation. Matty herself learned how to fly, though she had to give it up for reasons she explains in the interview portion of the show. In The Falcon and the Owl, Ann Kinner is taking flying lessons and trying to protect her privacy from the attention of a documentary filmmaker when she gets tangled up in a mystery at her local airstrip. As Matty and I discuss in the interview, there are three full-length Ann Kinnear novels, and also six short stories. Learn more about all the books and stories in this series here. If you'd like to hear my interview with Matty about the first Ann Kinnear book, you'll find that here. And for more on Matty's other series featuring Lizzy Ballard you can hear our interview here. Today's show is supported by my patrons at Patreon. Thank you! When you become a patron for as little as $1 a month you receive a short mystery story each and every month. And the rewards for those who love mystery stories go up from there! Learn more and become a part of my community of readers at www.Patreon.com/alexandraamor This week's mystery author Matty Dalrymple is the author of the Lizzy Ballard Thrillers Rock Paper Scissors, Snakes and Ladders, and The Iron Ring; the Ann Kinnear Suspense Novels The Sense of Death, The Sense of Reckoning, and The Falcon and the Owl; and the Ann Kinnear Suspense Shorts, including Close These Eyes and Write in Water. Matty lives with her husband and three dogs in Chester County, Pennsylvania, and enjoys vacationing on Mount Desert Island, Maine, and Sedona, Arizona, and these locations provide the settings for her work. Learn more about Matty and all her books at mattydalrymple.com Press play (above) to listen to the show, or read the transcript below. Remember you can also subscribe to the show on Apple Podcasts. And listen on Stitcher, Android, Google Podcasts, TuneIn, and Spotify. Excerpt from The Falcon and the Owl Bryan Calvert straightened from his work, then leaned backwards to ease the kink in his back. The tundra tires on his Cessna 180 had been overdue for replacement and blowing a tire during a landing at the Clinton County field he used as a landing strip would be a rotten way to start his weekend at the cabin. He glanced at his watch: nine forty-five. “Eight hours bottle to throttle,” he said, and tipped back the last two inches of his second bottle of beer. That put him right for a six o’clock departure the next morning. He had worked the last of the wing jack legs out of its base when he heard the sound of a vehicle approaching fast, then a spray of gravel hitting the side of the hangar as the vehicle came to a halt. He hefted the heavy metal jack leg in his hand and walked quickly to the hangar’s window. There wasn’t much violent crime in Avondale Township, Pennsylvania, but there was a first time for everything. He looked out the window and saw Hal Burridge climbing unsteadily out of his Honda Ridgeline pickup. “Shit,” he muttered under his breath and laid the jack leg on the workbench next to the collection of other tools and equipment he had been using: tire talc, air chuck, pry bar, ratchet wrench. The hangar door banged open and Hal staggered in. Bryan was struck by the change the last year had wrought in Hal. He had always been thin, but now he was gaunt, his skin stretched too tight over his cheekbones but beginning to hang loose at his neck. When Bryan had first met Hal, he would have guessed his age a decade too low. Now he looked far older than his fifty years. “What the hell?” Bryan said, exasperated. “If you’re going to drive drunk, at least drive slow.” “What do you care?” Hal’s words were slurred. He put a hand out and steadied himself on the doorframe. Bryan tried to swallow down his frustration. “Come on, Hal,