Laura and Gerry are at it
again. Death finds them close to home when a tenant is found in the dumpster behind their apartment building. Laura is
thrust into the “who killed Denny?” mystery while she does battle with a tenant
and dodges a school janitor. The life of a college student is never boring, but she wishes it would be!
Dead Men Don’t Swing is a
biting, funny, deliciously bawdy and fast-paced murder mystery in which “death
by sexual misadventure and a wayward poisonous snake” (among other things) make
for pure entertainment gold.”
In this book, Laura and her husband Gerry are back dealing with another murder investigation since, as Laura explains, she's a 'corpse magnet.' This time a dead body turns up in a dumpster at the apartment complex where Laura and Gerry are managers, having fallen to his death from the balcony above. Not likely an accident—the guy is wearing boxer shorts and sporting a tricked-out stiletto in his forehead. Oh yeah, he's missing some sensitive body parts—yikes!
Dead Men Don't Swing is
Karen Vaughan's bawdy, comedic take on amateur sleuthing. It’s book four in her
Laura & Gerry Mystery series. Lots of detective lingo is delivered with wit
and sarcasm by the protagonist, Laura. That's not surprising if you’ve read
Vaughan's previous books in the series and given the fact that the author has
done a bit of stand-up comedy.
In this book, Laura and her husband Gerry are
back dealing with another murder investigation since, as Laura explains, she's
a 'corpse magnet.' This time a dead body turns up in a dumpster at the
apartment complex where Laura and Gerry are managers, having fallen to his
death from the balcony above. Not likely an accident—the guy is wearing boxer
shorts and sporting a tricked-out stiletto in his forehead. Oh yeah, he's
missing some sensitive body parts—yikes!
Things are not as they seem in this suburban
Canadian apartment complex. It turns out there's a whole lot of hanky-panky
going on in this mid-rise Peyton Place, some of it pretty kinky stuff, too.
There's no shortage of pervs and perps on any floor, in addition to the
ever-annoying, tenant-from-hell, Stella. As I type the name, I hear Marlon
Brando screaming it at the top of his lungs in A Streetcar Named Desire. And,
speaking of movies, the photographer played by Jimmy Stewart in Hitchcock's
Rear Window, would have been hard-pressed to know where to shoot first with all
the action going on in this complex!
Laura, studying to become a CSI, makes the best
of the situation and starts racking up the A-pluses as she incorporates aspects
of the investigation into her homework assignments. Of course, even an
A-student can get into trouble when word gets out about the direction in which
her studiousness is leading. Laura is soon stalked, badgered and beleaguered by
tenants and non-tenants alike as the 'serpentine' [if you read the book you’ll
get my choice of words] plot twists put Laura and her husband Gerry to the
test.
Will Laura live long enough to get credentialed
as a CSI? Will she and Gerry figure out whodunit and why? Will they ever again
make that laundry room at the apartment complex a place you might want to wash
your clothes? You'll have to read the book to find the answers to these and
other disturbingly funny questions raised by Karen Vaughan in Dead Men Don't
Swing.
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