But Polly and her stand-up comic secretary, Bunny, barely scratch the tip of the iceberg before things turn deadly. What’s happening with the strange Señora at the Botanica de Angeles, the Mass of Santa Muerte, and the dead bodies that keep turning up?
When bullets fly, Polly could never guess she’d be so glad to have her ex-husband, Johnny Birdwhistle, helping out on the case. A crack detective with the Hollywood Police Department (HYPD), Johnny has his own reasons for lending a hand. But can Polly go back into a relationship—business or otherwise—with Johnny? Polly finds herself knee-deep in one of the most dangerous cases she’s ever taken on—one that involves murder and human trafficking…and it all started just down the street at The CatWalk.
EXCERPT
“You’re
the P.I.?” My visitor’s question sounded like an accusation. “P.I. Berger?”
The door to my office framed a
silhouette Bunny would kill for. I looked her over. Long blonde hair flowed over
her shoulders like cheese sauce over nachos. My stomach grumbled as she entered
the room, her red knit dress locking in curves better than a Ferrari at the
Grand Prix. I had her number already.
“That’s me, how can I help you?”
“You got credentials?”
I pointed to the certificates
hanging on the wall behind my desk. She sauntered over for a look, all hips and
plenty of cheek. “I got a question,” she drawled, surveying the certificates, “are
you a real P.I. or are those just your initials?
I sighed. “Both.”
“Did you make up that name ‘cause
you’re a detective or did you decide to be a detective ‘cause that’s your name?
I mean Pauline Isabel Berger ain’t your normal everyday detective name.”
“I agree, it ain—er, isn’t. Can I
help you with something?”
“That’s why I’m here. What do I
call you, Paul or Pauline?”
“I go by Polly.”
She grinned. “You wanna cracker?”
Her wit lacked creativity, but I
smiled anyway. “You know how many times I’ve heard that?”
“Yeah. Sorry, I couldn’t resist.
Wasn’t that the name of an old timey movie star? Polly Berger?”
“Bergen.” I said. “With an ‘n.’”
“Well, I guess nobody’s gonna
mix you up with her, anyway.” She shrugged, sending me an apologetic look. “I
didn’t mean that that the way it sounded. Polly Berger’s been in heaven for a
while now, I think.”
I held my tongue. These days I
couldn’t afford to be fussy about new clients. As my secretary liked to remind
me, “lose your patience, lose your patients.” Bunny found that funny. I didn’t,
but I had to admit it helped me hold my temper.
Harol, I enjoyed this book so much. You really had me wondering "what next?" I'm looking forward to the rest of the series and finding out what happens with Polly, Johnny, Bunny, and the rest of the characters. I really love it when a book becomes so real you think of the characters as actual PEOPLE.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Cheryl. They ARE real people. :-) Well, real to me, anyway. Even though I know they exist in my head, I think about what they're likely to do and say next and often they surprise me. I'm glad to hear they feel real to others too. Just to update you, Polly's busy right now letting me know what case she's working on at the moment and what she thinks about it...At some point I'll let you know too!!
ReplyDeleteCongratulations on Release Day, Harol! This sounds like a fun story. Best of luck!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Tracy. I had fun writing it.
DeleteLoved the excerpt and what characters. I wish you all the best with this story. Hope to get to reading it soon. Doris
ReplyDeleteThanks, Doris.
DeleteCongratulations! Release day is so special and exciting. Enjoy every moment of it.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Kaye. I am enjoying it!
Delete'Long blonde hair flowed over her shoulders like cheese sauce over nachos.' Loved that! The whole extract crackles with wit and style. Congratulations on your release, Harol, and the best of luck. I can see the movie/ TV series already!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Andrew. We must have the same sense of humor, and yes, a movie would be lovely!
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