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L.A. Justice [MultiFormat]
eBook by Kris Neri
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eBook Category: Mystery/Crime/Humor Derringer Award Winner
eBook Description: Laugh-out-loud funny. Featuring Tracy Eaton, mystery writer, detective wannabe and the offspring of eccentric Hollywood stars. When Martha Collins, Tracy's movie star mom, returns home to find her latest mobster boy toy dead on her bed, she summons her daughter for help. Only Martha doesn't want Tracy to solve the crime, but to obliterate any connection to her, before the mob, the media, the police, or her husband can learn of it. A tall order, even for Tracy's madcap antics.
eBook Publisher: Fictionwise.com, Published: Murder by Thirteen, 1997
Fictionwise Release Date: June 2005
Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [207 KB], eReader (PDB) [29 KB], Palm Doc (PDB) [16 KB], Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [16 KB], Microsoft Reader (LIT) [76 KB] - PocketPC 1.0+ Compatible, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [87 KB], hiebook (KML) [95 KB], Sony Reader (LRF) [45 KB], iSilo (PDB) [13 KB], Mobipocket (PRC) [17 KB], Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [45 KB], OEBFF Format (IMP) [26 KB]
Words: 4654
Reading time: 13-18 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
Adobe Acrobat (PDF) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud DISABLED
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
 
I've come to expect the unexpected from my parents. After decades of being billed as "Hollywood's madcap couple," those loveable loonies, Martha Collins and Alec Grainger, wouldn't recognize the real world if it bit them. But Mother's doozy of a predawn telephone call surprised even me.
"Tracy!" she hissed. "There's a man in my bed." Now I ask you, is that something a mother should say to her impressionable thirty-four-year-old child? I told her as much. I might have been less flippant had I known the man was dead. * * * *With Dad away on location and their housekeeper having quit, I'd anticipated frequent appeals from Mother, only I figured they'd be more mundane. You'd think I'd learn. I broke countless laws racing from my Studio City condo to their Beverly Hills home and arrived to find Mother waiting in the open doorway. Seeing her fighting back tears, I wanted to take her in my arms and kiss the hurt away like she used to do for me--until I realized it wasn't the presence of the dead guy that upset her. "Tracy, darling," she mourned, "you're not dressed."
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