Dolled Up to Die: A Novel (The Cate Kinkaid Files) (Volume 2)
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Cate Kinkaid has learned one thing during her short time as an assistant private investigator: Always find out if the victim actually has human Dna.
“Cate, get out of there. Now. Let the sheriff’s department handle it.” “But the woman said she’d called them, and they aren’t here! I can’t just drive away. Maybe something’s happened to her, and she needs help.” “Do you see anyone?” “No. There’s only one car parked up by the house. It’s an older white van.” Cate let her car roll farther down the driveway and peered closer. Oregon license plate, with a bumper sticker that read Vote 2008. Did killers drive old vans with out-of-date bumper
author of Carol Award–winning The Camera Never Lies “Lorena McCourtney has fashioned a fun and engaging mystery that begs to be solved. And just when I thought I had figured it out, I realized she had added another layer. Mystery lovers, kick off your shoes, curl up somewhere comfortable, and prepare to be entertained! Dying to Read will keep you fully engrossed and guessing.” —Kathy Herman, author of the Baxter series, Seaport Suspense series, and Secrets of Roux River Bayou series “Cate
him who you were. He’s heard of Mr. K’s expensive restaurant.” What Cate heard was that the cellmate was counting on Kim for that hundred bucks, though Kim didn’t seem to pick up on that. “Won’t you be in trouble if they catch you with the phone?” “Big trouble. But I had to talk to you, Kim. I just had to. Everything was going so good for us, and then this. I used up the one phone call they allow by calling Jesse to try to get him to tell the truth about the burglary.” Cate felt a sudden
around the table set up at the rear of the room with hors d’oeuvres and a crystal bowl of punch. She spotted Mitch, indeed looking like a best man, the best man ever, and nothing to do with the wedding. She wanted to tell him what she’d just found out, but Robyn rushed over and grabbed her. “Where have you been? We’re about to start the rehearsal. And what happened to you? Your nose is all red. And your face is filthy!” Cate covered the offending nose with a hand. “The minister got here?” “No,
whispered. As good a time as any, Cate realized. At the moment, being a PI in a bedraggled bridesmaid’s gown, with a fixation on window escapes, didn’t really seem like the right answer to that age-old question, What do I want to be when I grow up? Hey, but there was something— “Not today. I just captured a killer!” “You captured a killer?” Mitch yanked his tuxedo sleeve free of its few remaining threads and handed it to her. “Okay, we captured a killer. And Lance too.” “Will there be a