VICKI BATMAN (Cont.)
VOODOO DREAMS
BLURB
No man. Bad job. And Murder.
Hattie Cooks is still searching for her dream job and
one might be available...in the Big Apple, far from
friends, family, and Allan Wellborn, the man who still
makes her heart race. In the meantime, she finds temporary
employment at an accounting firm where two auditor
friends turn up dead.
Detective Allan Wellborn dropped Hattie for Blonde
Bimbo who, coincidentally, is employed at NLB where
fishy things are taking place. When Allan interviews
Hattie, he must determine why all signs point to her as a
suspect.
Can Hattie discover why Allan dumped her and who
is murdering auditors before death strikes again?
***** Amazon Review by Laura Watson: ―As the
reader I found myself rooting for Hattie to overcome her
bias about accountants, solve the mystery of suspicious
deaths around her, and find out maybe Alan isn‘t the jerk
he appears to be. Temporarily Insane is a thoroughly enjoyable
story with believable characters.‖
7
EXCERPT
Trixie had some nerve.
―Stop it, Hattie!‖
Her reprimand, the one which had shot a stabbing
pain to my right eye, sounded terribly out of character,
like she had little patience for me. Ordinarily, she was
the nicest person I knew, didn‘t have a mean bone in
her body. The kind who rescued animals, picked up
trash at Sommerville Park, and prepared food for the
elderly.
Not today. I narrowed my eyes and crossed my
arms across my chest in a schoolgirl flaunt.
Trixie tilted forward in her desk chair, her bosom
almost resting on her desk. ―This nonsense has to end.
Your moan sounded like an obscure breed of a bizarre...untamed...wounded
animal.‖ She returned to an
upright and seated position and in tiny increments, rotated
her chair from side-to-side, waiting for me to say
something not stupid.
In truth, Trixie had pounded the nail on the head. I
had nothing to add. My whole life had turned into an
obscure, bizarre, bad reflection of itself, thus wounding
me to my core. I sighed and pouted an if only.
Don‘t go there.
My funsister friend owned the employment agency
Jobs Inc., and on occasion, she‘d happily assisted me in
finding temporary work since
my dream job had been
flushed down the proverbial
toilet a few months back, thus
soiling my picture-perfect life.
For this newest assignment
she‘d located, I‘d be employed
as an administrative assistant
for the managing partner at
Northside, Lancaster, and
Brookside, Certified Public
Accountants, headquartered in
my hometown of Sommerville.