Baby Doll Games (Sigrid Harald Series #5)

by Margaret Maron

Overview

When a Greenwich Village dancer is brutally murdered in front of an audience of horrified children, Lt. Sigrid Harald, NYPD must sort through the backstage passions to discover who wanted Emmy Mion dead and why. Complicating her investigation are her housemate, who wrote the scenario for the death scene; a children's therapist with her own agenda; and a world-famous artist whose on-again/off-again attentions have left an emotionally Sigrid bewildered and insecure. Only by concentrating on the murder can she maintain her equilibrium.

(Cover design by Paper Moon Graphics, Inc.)

Product Details

BN ID:	2940013306424
Publisher:	Maron & Company
Publication date:	10/22/2011
Series:	Sigrid Harald Series , #5
Sold by:	Barnes & Noble
Format:	eBook
Sales rank:	607,862
File size:	347 KB

About the Author

Born and bred in North Carolina where the piedmont meets the sandhills, I grew up on a modest two-mule tobacco farm that has been in the family for over a hundred years. Tobacco is no longer grown on the farm, but the memories linger — the singing, the laughter, the gossip that went on at the bench as those rank green leaves came from the field, the bliss of an icy cold drink bottle pressed to a hot sweaty face, getting up at dawn to help “take out” a barn, the sweet smell of soft golden leaves as they’re being readied for auction. Working in tobacco is one of those life experiences I’m glad to have had. I’m even gladder that it’s something I’ll never have to do again.

After high school came two years of college until a summer job at the Pentagon led to marriage, a tour of duty in Italy, then several years in my husband’s native Brooklyn. I had always loved writing and for the first few years, wrote nothing but short stories and very bad poetry. (The legendary Ruth Cavin of St. Martin’s Press once characterized my verses as “doggerel. But inspired doggerel.”)

Eventually, I backed into writing novels about NYPD Lt. Sigrid Harald, mysteries set against the New York City art world. But love of my native state and a desire to write out of current experiences led to the creation of District Court Judge Deborah Knott, the opinionated daughter of a crusty old ex-bootlegger and youngest sibling of eleven older brothers. (I was one of only three, so no, I’m not writing about my own family.)

We’ve been back on a corner of the family land for many years now. My city-born husband discovered he prefers goldfinches, rabbits, and the occasional quiet deer to yellow cabs, concrete, and a city that never sleeps. A son, a daughter-in-law, and two granddaughters are icing on our cake.