Fun Is For Shallow People
Elizabeth Myrddin
Elizabeth Myrddin works, lives, and plays in beautiful San Francisco. She writes for enjoyment and because the individuals and experiences that pepper her life, for good or for ill, inspire her. Although her writing tends to lurk on the darker side of storytelling, she finds the soft-boiled pulp mystery subgenre appealing. Fun Is For Shallow People is her first full-length novel. The penning of Part Two of the story is already in progress.
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Book Genre: Mystery
Release Date: September 29, 2013
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Book Description:
Parlors, petticoats, and poison! A half-empty bottle of absinthe and a dead man in costume are found in a drifting rowboat. As Detectives Ted Rose and Alexa Sheldon unravel intrigue and ferret out motive, they bump up against the heaving bosom of theatrics that is the Laurel Bay Costume Society. Soon, a group of suspects emerge from the clique of unconventional people. Two beautiful women seek to influence the proceedings. One is Trina, the blond, wanna-be femme fatale. The other is Yvette, the cunning, red-haired scene queen. Yvette and Trina turn their battle for social standing among peers into an extreme sport as they try to sway the investigation. Ted and Alexa are determined to out-maneuver the manipulators in order to crack the case.
Excerpt
They
entered the flat and Ted spent a few moments taking it in. The front
room resembled a cluttered Victorian parlor. Memento
mori décor dominated
the space. A row of antique cabinets lined one wall – one a large
taxidermy display filled with stuffed birds and reptiles, a black
rabbit sitting on its haunches, and a sleeping fox. The other cases
held old-fashioned apothecary containers, teacups, and various other
decorative items – all vintage looking. The décor in the room was
overwrought, but he was fascinated by the more macabre items, one of
which was a large casket in a corner propped on end being used as a
sort of open closet for wigs, hats, scarves, and gloves.
Ted
watched Yvette closely as he asked, “You know a Nathan Collier,
correct?”
She
narrowed her eyes. “Nathan is my ex-husband. We’ve been divorced
for a short while, and we travel in the same social circles, but only
out of necessity. Whatever trouble he’s in, I don’t want any part
of it.”
As
she spoke, Yvette straightened her posture and tilted her chin
slightly upward. Her attitude made it clear she wanted to exhibit
disdain, which she did in an exaggerated fashion that was almost
comical. With an affected gesture, she tossed her long hair behind
her shoulders and awarded Ted a polite smile.
He
scrutinized Yvette, his gut pinging. The way she talked and presented
herself mirrored that of the Meryl Streep character in She-Devil.
Instead of blond hair like Streep in that movie, Yvette’s was a
bold plum red, long and wavy. What was that character’s name?
After
Yvette breathed a heavy sigh, she said, “I’d really like to
finish my makeup. Please continue with this business of yours,
whatever it is.”
“At
the park event on Sunday, did you notice Mr. Collier or anyone else
missing at any time?” asked Alexa.
A
frown creased Yvette’s forehead. “I am the organizer and hostess
for that event. I had too much going on to pay attention to Nathan’s
whereabouts. He was probably screwing around somewhere, which would
be typical. And I certainly can’t recall the location of everyone
else. I was focused on my poetry recitation and those of the others
who participated.”
“Where
did you go after you left the park?” pressed Alexa. “Did you
return home or go elsewhere that same night? If you were with another
person, we’ll need him or her to verify your whereabouts.”
Yvette
raised her eyebrows in surprise and stiffened. She replied as though
affronted. “After the event ended at four, I returned here to
change out of my Mary Shelley costume. Then I met up with my current
paramour, Gabriel, at his place at about six or seven for supper. We
stayed in at his apartment the rest of the night and I returned home
the next afternoon.” Yvette gestured to a nearby couch, “Would
you two care to sit? I get the impression this might take a while.”
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