--By Kirsten Weiss
My Thanksgiving-themed Tea and Tarot novella, Darjeeling Dead, launches November 4th.
Here’s a snippet from the book:
We all like to think we’ll be calm under pressure. That when disaster strikes, we’ll be the ones taking useful, sensible action. Not that we’ll bolt in a random direction, bang into someone else bolting in an equally random direction, and tumble to the floor.
So that totally didn’t happen.
Face down on the oriental carpet, I groaned. I rolled to my side and jerked down my skirt before anyone could catch sight of my assets. Kenzo staggered to his feet.
Hyperion grabbed the back of his collar and shook him. “If we’re about to get arrested,” my partner said, “you’re going down too.”
I sat up, grimaced, and clambered to standing. The room darkened, the headlights outside dimming.
No red or blue lights flashed. No spotlight glared into the windows of the dead man’s home. No police siren chirped.
A car door slammed, and Hyperion and I glanced at each other. They were normal headlights.
“Were you expecting anyone?” I whispered to Kenzo, my pulse jumping in my throat.
He shook his head. “No.”
“Paloma?” I guessed. She seemed like the type of no-nonsense woman to attempt a break-in if it moved her closer to her goals.
“That makes zero sense,” Hyperion hissed. “It’s got to be Martin. He’s got shifty eyes. Plus, everyone knows not to trust a man in a cardigan.”
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