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A Fistful of Divas, a Mick and Casey McKee Mystery Novelette
A Fistful of Divas, a Mick and Casey McKee Mystery Novelette
A Fistful of Divas, a Mick and Casey McKee Mystery Novelette
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Young gunslinger detectives, Mick and Casey McKee, are eager to hear some opera singing. But when somebody takes a shot at some visiting divas, the concert is off. The ladies won't sing until Mick and Casey solve a case of blackmail and murder.

LanguageEnglish
Release dateAug 26, 2013
ISBN9781301548347
A Fistful of Divas, a Mick and Casey McKee Mystery Novelette

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    A Fistful of Divas, a Mick and Casey McKee Mystery Novelette - Camille LaGuire

    A Fistful of Divas

    a Mick and Casey Mystery Novelette

    by Camille LaGuire

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    When someone takes a shot at some visiting opera singers, the ladies refuse to sing until Mick and Casey solve a murder and find a blackmailer.

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    First Smashwords Edition

    Copyright 2013 - Camille LaGuire. All Rights Reserved.

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    Table of Contents

    Chapter 1 - The Opera House

    Chapter 2 - Herding Cats

    Chapter 3 - Deep Trouble

    Chapter 4 - My Name Is Dirt

    Chapter 5 - French Literature

    Chapter 6 - Trouble With Locks

    Chapter 7 - No Reward For Rufus

    Chapter 8 - Sorting Through The Cats In My Head

    Chapter 9 - Who’d Shoot The Piano Player?

    Chapter 10 - Opera

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    Chapter 1 - The Opera House

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    THE TOWN WAS bigger than I’d remembered it, but there was nothing unusual about that.  It was the kind of western town that grew and changed by the minute.

    We pulled up in front of the sheriff’s office.  I jumped off my horse, but Casey stayed on hers, poking Bad Brachit with her rifle to make sure he didn’t get any ideas.  Not that he had too many ideas left.

    The sheriff came out as I pulled Brachit off his horse.

    Hey, Mick, said the sheriff in greeting.  He paused to touch his brim at Casey, and looked at the outlaw.  What happened to his hat?

    Brachit’s hat was pretty tattered.  The brim, which had been wide, was mostly gone, and what remained was all shot up.  So was the crown.  What he had left amounted to a headband.

    He pissed Casey off, I said.  Casey was a sharp-shooter.  She had to be, in our line of work.  She was too small and too, well, female to impress people on first sight.  So she got their attention in other ways.

    I turned toward Casey, but she wasn’t looking at Brachit any more.  She was looking down the street.  She twisted back to look at me, her eyes suddenly wide, and looking more like the seventeen year old girl she was.

    They got an opera house now!

    I looked, and they did.  A big one.  Well, big for that kind of town.  It might even have a stage.

    No shit, I said.  This town is looking up.

    Casey reined her horse around and went over to check it out.  I went in quick and finished up our business with the sheriff.  Brachit was only worth a hundred and fifty dollars, but that wasn’t bad.  It was plenty to pay off some debts, get ourselves cleaned up and go see whatever was playing.

    When I finally left the law office, I was counting our money and thinking about music, and not paying much attention. I nearly ran into a fella who was also counting some money.  I thought I knew him, but before I could take a look, he had already dashed across the road, behind a moving wagon piled high with barrels. By the time it passed, he was gone, and all I saw was the opera house, and Casey.

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