By Jessie Chandler
"Madcap dangers...amusing debut, with [an] appealing lesbian sleuth..." ~Kirkus Reviews
"A winner. enable me guarantee you that you just will not be taking a big gamble on interpreting this pleasant romp." ~Mystery enthusiasts assessment "
Jessie Chandler is literary relatives to either Cotterill and West...unabashed enjoyable but in addition a lot bolder than conventional cozies." ~Library Journal
Shay O'Hanlon is the co-owner of the hip, quirky Rabbit gap, a favored espresso store in Uptown Minneapolis. Police detective JT Bordeaux and her companion appear on the gap looking for Shay's ally, Coop—a chain-smoking, vegetarian tree hugger—who's sought after for wondering in reference to the bludgeoning loss of life of his less-than-respectable boss, Stanley "Kinky" Anderson. Coop's prints are everywhere in the homicide weapon—an over-sized, bronzed bingo marker—and the law enforcement officials have themselves a main suspect.
Suddenly, Shay's quiet yet hugely caffeinated global spins uncontrolled speedier than a trip on a fairground Tilt-A-Whirl as she attempts to save lots of her good friend. Complicating concerns are a number of bumbling mobsters, a lacking truckload of stolen nuts, an abused mutt named Dawg, a kidnapping or , and a really chronic Detective Bordeaux. Will Shay and her associates achieve their quest to transparent Coop and nail the assassin or will their nutty caper finally end up deadly?
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The beans finished, his attention moved on to the rice. He ate one thing at a time, making sure not to mix the different foods on his plate. I sighed. This was worse than talking to a toddler. “Who was mad at Mr. ” Without moving his head he said, “coopmsritabuzzrileyms—,” and trailed off into unintelligible garble as he finished his twenty-sixth chew and swallowed. ” He repeated his words without taking a breath. Coop’s name was at the beginning, and a couple of the other names sounded vaguely familiar.
She strode over and clambered up the ladder. She never ceased to do way more than I ever could expect. I shut my mouth, which was hanging open, and climbed up behind her. As my head came through the trap door, I whispered, “Holy. ” Below me lay a musty, filthy double-car garage. The space above was completely different. A couple of ancient lamps chased most of the shadows away. The room was only about ten feet by twelve with a pitched roof. Rough planks were laid for flooring, and were partially covered with a remnant of outdated orange shag.
Dusty darkness shrouded my sight as if I’d been blindfolded. It all happened so fast that I didn’t have a chance to utter a sound, although my pulse went from seventy to about a thousand in three seconds flat. My shirt was released, and more in reaction than with any real plan, I whirled toward the threat. My fist actually connected solidly with some body part. ” My arm fell to my side, and I squinted through the dust cloud our scuffle had kicked up. ” “Jeez, I think you gave me a fat lip. ” Anger overtook panic.