By Nancy Martin
On the unveiling of the main extraordinary bra in type heritage, Nora's boss is located trussed up in pantyhose and shot execution sort. to discover the killer, Nora needs to shadow the main glamorous suspects in Philadelphia-including a bad-boy dressmaker and a couple of luscious dual versions. notwithstanding they're used to "murder with sort" (Pittsburgh Magazine), move your arms for the Blackbird sisters, simply because this time, excessive society hasn't ever stooped so low.
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He hesitated between human kindness and his journalist’s instincts. “But our crime desk guys are hoping to get the ﬁrst break on this story. I’m sorry to do this to you, Nora. ” I caught my breath. Already the story was breaking. And the news desk was using Stan to get to me. ” “Okay, okay, I get it. But you’ll be available later, right? For one thing, I could use your advice about covering Kitty’s stories. ” And they’d probably prefer to hire someone with experience or a degree in journalism or at the very least someone who knew how to run spell check.
Will you have a girl? I like to spoil little girls. ” “You can’t, of course,” she agreed. “If you do, he’ll die, you know. ” “I know. But I’m afraid to wait much longer. ” “Blackbirds always have big families. ” I carried the oatmeal to the stove. “Getting arrested,” she said. “There was a big bust. A car theft ring. ” My whole circulatory system turned cold. ” “The police chased a bunch of crooks and caught most of them red-handed. In stolen cars—luxury cars they’ve been chopping up and sending overseas.
She continued to babble, but I couldn’t hear her. At last I got the door open. Spike dashed outside and attacked the heap on the porch. Not another neighborly gift this time. It was a coat, I realized. Spike seized a mouthful and began to worry it, snarling and clawing. The coat was tied up with some kind of twine. And inside was a person. A dead person. She had blond hair with white roots and too much makeup for a woman of her years. She was barefoot and bare-legged, having lost her shoes somewhere.
Cross Your Heart and Hope to Die (Blackbird Sisters Mysteries, No. 4) by Nancy Martin