Death of a Trophy Wife by Laura Levine

Author:Laura Levine [Levine, Laura]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Mystery & Detective - General, Detective, Austen, American Mystery & Suspense Fiction, General, Suspense, Fiction - Mystery, Fiction, Jaine (Fictitious character), Mystery & Detective, Women Sleuths, Large Type Books, Mystery, Mystery & Detective - Women Sleuths
ISBN: 9781602857667
Publisher: Center Point Pub
Published: 2010-06-01T05:00:00+00:00

Our tete a tete concluded, I made my way to the back offices. I figured while I was there, I might as well question Owen, the cheating son-in-law. And Ellen, the bitter ex-wife.

For once Marvin's receptionist did not have her fingers glued to the keyboard. In his absence, she was gazing down at a bunch of travel brochures splayed out in front of her.

"Hey, Amy!" I chirped. "Planning a trip?"

She looked up at me from under her limp bangs and smiled shyly.

"My boyfriend's taking me away for a romantic getaway weekend!"

"How nice."

I tried to contain my surprise that Little Miss Mousy not only had a boyfriend, but that she was actually headed off for a weekend of whoopsy doodle.

"Doesn't this one look nice?" she asked, handing me a glossy brochure for a B&B down in Laguna Beach. "It has a fireplace in the bedroom, and a view of the ocean. It's called the Romeo and Juliet Suite."

I made appropriate cooing noises at a photo of a chintz and ruffle-studded room with a canopy bed and a flotilla of heart-shaped throw pillows.

"Isn't that just the sweetest thing you ever saw?"

Any sweeter and I'd need an insulin shot.

I continued to ooh and aah through a series of B&B brochures--all of whose rooms had been highly influenced by the Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm School of Decorating. All the while, I was trying to figure out how to steer the subject to Bunny's murder. Not that I expected Amy to be the source of any vital clues. But one never knows, does one? Out of the mouths of babes and receptionists, and all that.

"Ye Olde Inn by the Sea," I said, picking up one of the brochures. "Isn't that where Marvin took Bunny on their honeymoon?"

"Bunny?" she sniffed. "Are you kidding? She made him take her to Tahiti for a month."

"What a tragedy about her getting killed, huh?"

"Yeah, I guess," she said, tearing her eyes away from a brochure. "To be perfectly honest, she was never very nice to me. But poor Mr. Cooper was crazy about her. Frankly, I could never see why. She wore hair extensions, you know."

She lowered her voice to a whisper, as if about to impart a deep, dark secret.

"And I don't think her breasts were real, either."

I did my best to look shocked.

"Some men like that kind of woman, I guess. But thank heavens they aren't all like that. There are still some men who appreciate a woman for who she really is."

"How true," I said, neglecting to mention that 99 percent of those men are usually married to a guy named Duane.

Time to lob her a question or two.

"I wonder who could have done it."

"It's that shoe salesman from Neiman Marcus. That's what they said on the news."

"They only brought him in for questioning," I said, eager to nip this guilty-until-proven-innocent thing in the bud. "Doesn't mean he did it."

"So who did?" she asked, wide-eyed.

"I have no idea," I admitted, the truth of those words weighing heavily on me.

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