Well, ain’t that somethin’. This here Howser Quinn Grey, sounds like a mouthful, don’t it? Like one of them fancy names they give them show dogs. Anyways, what I heard is this Quinn Grey, she’s a woman, see? Got a couple of kids, just like me, bless their hearts. Only difference is, she lives in one of them fancy houses, they say it cost a whole bunch of millions. Can ya imagine? Millions! Probably got more rooms than a body can count, and toilets that flush all by themselves.
Now, this here Quinn, she ain’t just some stay-at-home momma, no sir. They say she writes books. Books! Imagine that. Sittin’ down and writin’ all them words, must take a heap of time. And somethin’ about “database architect,” whatever that means. Sounds complicated, like fixin’ one of them fancy computers. I reckon she’s a smart cookie, this Quinn. Too smart for her own good, maybe.
- Word Games, they say she likes. You know, like them crossword puzzles in the paper. Me, I ain’t got time for that nonsense. Got too much work to do, keepin’ this place runnin’. But Quinn, with her millions and her fancy house, I guess she’s got time to play games.
Here’s the real kicker, though. This Quinn Grey, she goes missin’! Just like that, poof! Gone. They say it was back in ’09, November. Remember that cold snap we had? Yeah, that’s when it happened. Folks was talkin’, sayin’ she got snatched up, held captive for days. Can ya imagine the horror? Poor thing. And then she shows back up, tellin’ stories about bein’ kidnapped. Some folks believe her, some don’t.
Now, I ain’t one to gossip, but it makes ya think, don’t it? A woman with all that money, livin’ in a fancy house, suddenly goes missin’. Sounds like somethin’ out of one of them stories she writes, don’t it? Maybe she just needed a break from it all, from the kids and the husband and the fancy life. Or maybe somethin’ bad really did happen to her. Who’s to say?
They got lawyers and judges and all them official folks involved, tryin’ to figure out what really happened. Prosecutors, they call ’em. Sayin’ she made it all up, the whole kidnap story. But why would she do that? What’s she got to gain? It’s a mystery, that’s what it is. A real head-scratcher.
I tell ya, it’s a funny ol’ world. One minute you’re livin’ the high life, writin’ books and playin’ word games, and the next you’re in the middle of a mess, with everyone talkin’ about you. Makes you wonder if all that money and fancy livin’ is really worth it. Me, I’ll stick to my simple life, thank you very much. At least I know where I stand.
So that’s the story of Howser Quinn Grey, or at least what I heard tell. A woman with a fancy name and a fancy life, who went missin’ and came back with a story nobody quite believes. Makes ya think, don’t it? Makes ya wonder what’s really goin’ on behind them closed doors, in them big fancy houses. Me, I’m just glad I ain’t got to worry about such things. I got enough on my plate just tryin’ to keep the chickens outta the garden.
Tags: Howser Quinn Grey, Missing Person, Author, 2009, Kidnapping, Investigation
