I'm not-very-diligently working on the newest Mark Stoddard mystery. This will be the sixth in the series, and I think it's time to retire that hardworking, small town detective and let him sail off to Tahiti (or somewhere) with his Significant Other. I think that five or six books is about as far as a humorous mystery series can go. The jokes wear a little thin after a while. My hat is off to those writers who can keep their noses to the grindstone and write about the same characters for fifteen or twenty adventures in crime.