Dolls to Die For - 04 - Ding Dong Dead by Deb Baker

Author:Deb Baker
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Mystery
ISBN: 9780425225028
Publisher: Penguin Group
Published: 2008-12-02T20:59:59+00:00

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“April, you’re a natural people person,” Gretchen said, amazed at the progress on the stage. She sat beside her friend, watching the rehearsal. “You could find a position in management or in human resources. The curtain for Ding Dong Dead is going to go up as planned. Last week I didn’t think it was possible. I’d almost given up hope.”

“Did you really have doubts?” Her friend had her feet propped up on the director’s table, her lap piled with pink fabric. April was sewing and directing at the same time.

“Doubts? Yes.” Gretchen laughed. “When I was in charge? You bet.”

“Any more news about the skeleton in the museum?” April said quietly, so as not to disturb the actors. “That sounds like a good name for a movie, doesn’t it? The Skeleton in the Museum.”

“More like Horror in the Closet.” Gretchen told her what they had discovered—about the orb that Nina insisted was a ghostly spirit, about what Matt had said concerning the time required to identify the remains, and that Flora Swilling had disappeared almost thirty years ago.

April whistled at that last piece of news. “I bet she was murdered and stuffed in the closet. No wonder her ghost is haunting the place. Nina thought the most important thing was to reunite the doll with its owner, and she was close. She didn’t even know about the missing human head when she said that.”

The stage became noticeably quiet as the cast members dropped lines and listened to them instead. “Did they find the skeleton’s skull?” Bonnie said. Standing next to the six-foot Barbie, she looked like a mustached dwarf.

“Not that I’ve heard,” Gretchen said. Bonnie would be on the phone at the first opportunity, pumping her son for information, which was perfectly fine with Gretchen. “If you hear anything, let us know.”

Bonnie wouldn’t ever keep good gossip to herself. “I will,” she said.

“We have the metal doll head at home,” Gretchen said, going on to relate the events that led up to finding the head inside Caroline’s shopping bag.

“Caroline had it all this time and didn’t realize it?” Julie said.

“She’s been preoccupied with her work and the accident,” April said. “Can we see it?”

“I should turn it over to the police,” Gretchen said. “In case it’s important.”

“It’s time,” April called, putting down thread and needle and swinging her feet off the desk. “Let’s try it from the top with all the bells and whistles.”

Jerome walked past and acknowledged Gretchen with a stiff nod. He adjusted a light along the stage, realigning its angle. Then he flipped off the overhead lights from a switch by the entrance, casting the room into total blackness.

“Lights, camera, action,” April called. The stage lights popped on, and the mystery play began with the ringing of a doorbell.

For almost an hour, Gretchen sat transfixed, laughing at the antics of the characters. Her mother should write more plays. This one was going to be a hit. Caroline’s script was perfect for the luncheon—a campy, funny mystery with a surprise twist at the end.

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