The call had come in the night before, murder at Phat Jack’s, the newest club in downtown L.A. When he got there, several cars were already pulled into the parking lot, slanted haphazardly across the entrance, their lights casting blasts of colors onto the surrounding buildings, reminding him of the laser lights bouncing around the dance floor inside. He scooted under the yellow tape, flashing his badge at the uniforms who were trying to keep the curious onlookers back. The body of Sydney Essex, the famous author, had been found on the pavement, next to her car, her deep blue eyes wide and unseeing, ligature marks readily-apparent on her slender neck, head tipped at an odd angle.
I also think you’ll enjoy the Sullivan clan. They were a goofy, tight-knit group who has sing-alongs even when it’s not Christmastime. Who does that? Well, besides me and my kids. 🙂
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Sounds good , and 4 heart at that !!
Thanks, Jennifer! I appreciate your stopping in to read Kam's review. Have a great rest of your weekend. Eke it out slowly. We don't want that work week showing up too soon!
Kam, I also appreciate that you didn't give any spoilers. I know sometimes that's hard to do!
Zipping lips cause I want folks to buy this book. So, buy it people!!
So glad you enjoyed it, Kam! My favorite sing-alongs were with my carpool kids back when my kids were in grade school. They are a great bunch, all grown up now, but they will still sing with me if I run into them!
Sounds like a fun, happy family.