Georgia Richards lost hope of ever seeing her husband again since he disappeared over a year ago. On a Saturday afternoon, she thought she saw him at a play; on stage at the Oaksdale Playhouse. But, Georgia didn’t have the courage to find out if it was really him.
Georgia Richards lost hope of ever seeing her husband again since he disappeared over a year ago. On a Saturday afternoon, she thought she saw him at a play; on stage at the Oaksdale Playhouse. But, Georgia didn’t have the courage to find out if it was really him. Constance McCauley was empathetic to Georgia’s faint of heart and decided to offer her investigation services to find the true identity of this mysterious man. Would Constance be able to track down Georgia’s estranged husband? If he was found, why had he been missing for over a year? As Constance pursued this case with a combination of faith and persistence, she witnessed the power of forgiveness unfold before her eyes.
Why weren’t there more lights backstage? I felt like a mouse in a maze. It was difficult to tell if the hanging costumes were people or if the shadows were hanging costumes. There he was! “Excuse me sir! Sir!” He turned around and caught my eye. I managed to hold his gaze for a moment. He was nervous, almost frightened. His eyes a deep brown, he seemed to want to say something, but instead he fell into the low lighting and disappeared. I picked up my pace to try and catch him. “Wait!” I briskly walked and then ran past racks and racks of costumes and odd set design items like furniture, tall plants, and a fake standing bear.
“Wait! Please, I want to talk to you!” The backstage door swung open and blinding light flooded me where I stood, and hindered my view. He was gone. I quickly looked to the left and then to the right and no one was there. I looked to the left again and then began to run along the backside of the theatre. I slowed down, because I realized that he was in fact gone. Why would anyone run from a perfect stranger unless they had something to hide or something to lose? Turning around, I walked back towards the backstage door. I again waded through the racks of hanging costumes and walking shadows of actors and busy people. Why would he run? I found myself back in my seat.
I love to crunch on ice. I need to stop.
Tell us something really interesting that's happened to you!
A famous person asked me out once, but I was already married at the time.
What are some of your pet peeves?
Dishes piled up in the sink. The toilet paper under the bar.
What inspired you to write this book?
They say that we all dream, but some of us don't remember our dreams. I am one of those who don't remember my dreams. However, over the past 10-years I have been having dreams about the plots within the C. McCauley Case Files. I have been writing stories since elementary school. Was also a reporter for my local newspaper early in my career. Because I love to write, I decided to put these plots to paper and that is why I now have a mystery series.
What can we expect from you in the future?
More novels to come!
If you knew you'd die tomorrow, how would you spend your last day?
I would spend the day with my family, letting them know how much they mean to me and encouraging them to be all that they can be while eating chocolate chip cookies, sitting on a bench in a park.
Who is your hero and why?
My hero is my mother. She has had a hard life but continues to see the half glass full.
What book do you think everyone should read?
Oh, the Places You’ll Go! by Dr. Seuss
What kind of world ruler would you be?
About the author:
Dana Ford has enjoyed writing stories since she can remember. She has penned several books and has found a new love in writing mystery fiction. Her favorite hobbies besides writing is watching old movies, volunteering in her community, and spending precious moments with her family.