and tragedy seemed to plague my family in the 1930s. The funeral for my grandfather's mother, Dora, was on his twenty-second birthday. Just two years before that, his brother-in-law, Hobart, was murdered, and just months before that horrible blow, his father died of cancer.
I
grew up hearing stories of the two murders, and I thought they were fascinating
and horribly sad. Hobart's murder was never solved, and someone got away with
killing a husband and father of four. I always thought someone should write a
book about what happened, never dreaming at the time that it would be me. The
real murder is a cold case, but I found a little satisfaction in solving it
fictionally.
I
weaved Hobart's murder, and that of my great grandmother's, into my novel. I
wanted the reader to see the events of the 1930s firsthand, but I also wanted a
modern day mystery, so the book goes back and forth from the 1930s to the
present day. My main characters in the present day, Tess and Jackson, solve the
murder by sleuthing online and talking to family members and town folk. You can
do that with fiction. But in real life, the murder was never solved and family
members disagree on what they think happened. Everyone agrees that Hobart was a
pillar of the community (one of my characters would say a "pillow of the
community"), and a newspaper article said, "If Hobart had an enemy,
no one knew it." So who killed him? That's what Tess and Jack are
determined to find out in my novel.
The
newspaper account of Hobart's murder in 1935 said:
"According to reports, his car was
parked at the spot where it was found about 7 o'clock. Several passersby saw
the car early in the evening but thought nothing about it since it apparently
was preparing to turn around. Neighbors near the scene failed to hear any
shots fired, which gives rise to the theory that the actual shooting might have
occurred at another place and the car driven there and abandoned. The
motor was still running and the lights burning when his body was
discovered."
Talk about a
mystery! But as the days and weeks passed, new speculation arose as to what
might have happened. Some thought--and to this day some family members still
think--that it was a suicide. That seems ludicrous in light of the facts that
he was a successful and happy father and husband, the gun found in his hand had
not been fired, and he was shot behind the right ear. How many suicide victims
shoot themselves behind the ear?
Others
thought that Hobart's brother killed him because he was in love with Hobart's
wife. It was his brother who, two years later, shot Hobart's wife (she
survived) after she rebuffed him. He also shot and killed her mother, Dora. His
words before he started shooting were, "If I can't have you, no one will."
And then
there is the theory that something fishy was going on in the bank where Hobart
worked. It’s quite possible it was tied to a bank robbery Hobart had witnessed
two years before his death. Some think he found out about it and was going to
turn the guilty party or parties in, so they shot him before he had a chance to
blow the whistle.
I have the
original newspaper articles that reported on the murder and subsequent
investigation. They helped me write the 1930s portion of the story as
accurately as possible. The facts were all real, but the characters in the book
were fictional. I think the articles are fascinating. It's entirely possible
that the real murderer was mentioned in them.
It's very
powerful for me to hold the old newspaper articles, visit the bank where Hobart
worked and the robbery occurred, see the spot on the side of the road where the
car would have been parked on the night of the murder, and pay homage to
Hobart's grave. I know that my John Hobb in the book isn't the real Hobart, but
when you research a person and an event like I did, it's surreal to see
tangible reminders of the real murder victim. I hope he's up there with my
great aunt, great grandmother, and my grandfather and they see the respect and
awe I have for them and for my father's cousins who lost their father. I hope
they know that the tragedies they endured weren't just writing material for me,
but that I wanted to tell the stories. I wanted readers to see that what
happened was an abomination. Hobart's murder remains a cold case. But it is not
forgotten.
A bank robbery, murder, and family tragedy from the 1930s are pieces of the mystery that Tess attempts to solve. As she gets close to the truth, she encounters danger, mystery, a lot of southern charm, and a new temptation for which she’s not sure she’s ready.
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