Category: Mystery/Suspense Publisher: Create Space
ISBN-10: 1480133299
Type: Fiction
Pages: 262
Copyright: October 1,, 2012
ISBN-13: 9781480133297
Price: $4.99 (eBook)
Vermont. Come for the maple syrup, stay for the murder.
Bree MacGowan is back… and in just as much trouble as ever!
It takes a lot to shock Bella Bree MacGowan these days, but that's what happens when she goes to Planet Hair and discovers a dead guy with diapers covering the bullet wound that killed him, and not a drop of blood anywhere. She'd be happy to let the cops handle this one—after all, finding three dead bodies in the space of a year is enough for any girl—but when the South Royalton Weekly starts to topple, Bree knows how to save it (and her job): Get the scoop on the investigation. But there's no scoop if you wait around for the police to drop stale information, so Bree takes things into her own hands... while bumping heads with sexy, stubborn federal agent Richard Hambecker. Can she get the goods and get out without getting in over her head? Well, crazier things have happened… and they usually happen to Bree.
Excerpt
I haven’t had a lot of experience with diapers, but I do know that you don’t usually find them taped to dead men’s chests. I’m Bella Bree MacGowan, and while I’m happy to report strange happenings like this in the Royalton Star Weekly, I would have passed on the early morning haircut if I knew I was going to be present at the discovery of the diapered dead dude. But there he was on the floor of my favorite hair salon, Planet Hair.
“What in the world?” Claire, Planet Hair’s owner and stylist extraordinaire, froze midstride in the doorway. I gently pushed past her and realized I should have stayed outside. A middle-aged man in a mismatched suit was face up on the floor. I don’t suppose there are many places dead men look at home, but surrounded by marigold walls and purple trim, it was like finding a corpse on a merry-go-round.
I knelt down and put my fingers to his neck, searching for a pulse. I’d felt skin like this before, cold and kind of… well, dead… and this guy’s heart hadn’t been pumping for a while. His dress shirt wasn’t buttoned all the way up and as much as I didn’t want to look at this guy I couldn’t help but see there was something unusual on his chest. There was a line of grey silver duct tape and under that, a row of line-art duckies. I’d seen ducks like that before—on my cousin’s infant. It was a diaper. I got an instant case of the creeps running up my spine.
I looked up at Claire and shook my head.
“There’s a dead guy in my salon? Shit.” Claire is a tough chick, but finding a body can shake a person up.
“We need to get out of here.” I shooed her out the door and dragged my cell phone from my pocket.
I didn’t dial 911. My best friend’s husband, Tom Maverick, was the Commander of the Vermont State Police Barracks in Bethel, Vermont. I called him directly and let him sort it out. After Tom I called Randy, the photographer we used for the Royalton Star.
“Dead body at Planet Hair. Get over here now.”
God help me, a little shiver of excitement ran through me. If I had anything to do with it, the paper would come out tomorrow morning with a shot of the dead guy on the front page. A scoop for the paper would be excellent. On the other hand, my stomach was starting to clench. Dead bodies had a way of wrecking my life.
Claire and I waited out on the covered sidewalk in the humidity. My leg was jiggling with nervous energy as I willed Randy to get here before the police. I was sweating even though it was only eight-thirty and we were standing in the shade. Claire looked at her watch, glanced back into the salon and then gazed at me with her eyebrows raised.
“You’d better call your clients, this is going to take all day,” I said.
“My appointment book is in there with the dead guy.” Claire frowned.
“Sorry.”
It was fifteen minutes before two state police cruisers pulled up alongside the building. There were no lights or sirens. This was what I liked about Tom; he kept the fanfare at a minimum. Tom tended to be a low-key kind of guy, for a cop. He extracted himself from the first car and came over to me, while Officer Steve Leftsky and his partner hopped up onto the boardwalk and disappeared into the salon. Tom sat on the top step next to me.
“I should have known you’d be here. We’ve had two bodies in the past five years and you’ve found both of them.”
“Three. You forgot Lily Wallace in California.” Not that I wanted to remember the blood mingling with her hair in the river, but seeing a body fall from one of the tallest bridges in the United States isn’t something you forget in a hurry.
“That’s right. Body number three. You holding together?”
“I’m fine. At least there wasn’t any blood this time. Could have been a natural death for all I know.”
“Yeah. Not likely.”
At the bottom of the stairs Claire waylaid a blond woman in her mid-fifties and led her to the other side of the road, next to the railroad tracks. I guessed it must be her next hair appointment—a dye job, if the dark streak in her part was any indication. The blonde left and Claire walked over to us.
“Any chance I can have my appointment book, Tom? I need to call people.” Her voice was strong but her hands were shaking as she brushed a strand of dark-honey hair from her face. She attempted to slide it into her clip. It came loose immediately, surprising me. Claire’s fingers were usually magic with hair.
“Hang on for a minute. I’ll have Steve bring it out to you.”
The medical examiner pulled up in his pickup, followed by an ambulance. The EMTs waited in the ambulance while the ME headed our way. He nodded to Tom as he passed us and entered the salon.
“Going in?” I asked, still watching for Randy to show up.
“It can wait. That guy isn’t going anywhere.” Tom took off his hat and ran his hand across his head. He wore his hair old school military, so short he was practically bald. “What was our boy doing in Planet Hair? Stealing scissors? Any sign of a break in?”
“No. The door was locked, no broken windows, just the guy on the floor.”
“Captain?” One of the officers stood in the doorway behind us. “You might want to see this.”
Professional Reviews
Full of mayhem and suspense!
George's Crazy Little Thing Called Dead: A Bree MacGowan Mystery (Volume 3) is the third installment in the Bree MacGowan Mystery series and, in Kate George fashion, is packed with lots of mayhem and suspense! George's usual brand of humor is less apparent in this installment than it was in the first two books; however it is still just as entertaining, as Bree is again placed smack dab in the middle of trouble at every given opportunity. Let's face it, these days, not tripping over a dead body would be out of the ordinary for Bree, since this makes dead body number three.
Bree MacGowen, newly appointed investigative report for the Royalton Star Weekly, has just stumbled upon a dead man, this time, while on her way into Planet Hair for an early morning hair appointment. Oddly, the victim, who is lying in the middle of the salon, has disposable diapers duct taped to his chest and back and is wearing a mismatched suit. Believe it or not, Bree is thrilled to be the first one on the scene in hopes of breaking the story. However, while trying to catch the killer, she manages to upset a dangerous mob boss. To make matters worse, an FBI agent from the last murder investigation she was involved in has suddenly materialized. With obvious palpable tension between the two, and too many suspects to discount, can the two find the killer before Bree becomes the next victim?
A must read if you're a fan of romantic thrillers and especially if you're a fan of the Bree MacGowan Mystery series!
Great Book
I like this author. That said it was a great read and the best yet I think. They're were a couple of points that were wrong and where something got lost then was in use again but so what. I don't usually take books apart like some readers and that's fine, it's just my opinion and I read strictly for entertainment of myself. So I thought the book was good and will read the next one when it comes out. I like all the characters in the book and the story was believable to a point . So it was just fun to read and was sorry to see it over but happy also since it means another one to read.
Great author
Kate George has written an amazing series of mystery/adventure books set in Vermont using many real life places in Vermont. Can't put down once I start reading.
Following several murders, means, motive, and opportunity all point to out-of-work actresses Bootsie Kittredge and Babs Harrison. Their claims of righteousness and lack of guilt seem fabricated, thanks to a cheerfull announcement made to the patrons