Hocus Croakus (Bed-and-Breakfast Series #19)

Hocus Croakus (Bed-and-Breakfast Series #19)

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by Mary Daheim

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With major renovations going on at Seattle's favourite B\′9126B, Mary Daheim moves Judith, Renie and the rest of the unforgettable clan to temporary lodgings at a casino resort. But when a magic show results in murder, Judith and Joe are on the job.

Mystery maven Mary Daheim serves up murder and mayhem in this tale of a vacation gone awry at the

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With major renovations going on at Seattle's favourite B\′9126B, Mary Daheim moves Judith, Renie and the rest of the unforgettable clan to temporary lodgings at a casino resort. But when a magic show results in murder, Judith and Joe are on the job.

Mystery maven Mary Daheim serves up murder and mayhem in this tale of a vacation gone awry at the Stillasnowamish Resort Casino. After being forced out of the B\′9126B by post-fire renovations, Judith and Renie pack up the family and settle in for the duration. As if bickering from the two mothers wasn't enough hassle, the group discovers Salome, the resort magician's beautiful assistant they'd seen perform only hours earlier, dead from multiple stab wounds. While Judith can't help but snoop around, her husband Joe is officially recruited to investigate by the casino manager. The chase is on as suspect after suspect emerges leaving Judith and Joe to answer the crucial, yet baffling question's the real casino killer?

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Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
Leaving their beloved Seattle B&B, which is being renovated, Judith McMonigle Flynn and husband Joe take their two squabbling mothers and Judith's cousin Renie to Lake Stillasnowamish Resort Casino in this winning addition to Daheim's long-running cozy series (after 2002's Silver Scream). Soon after arriving at the resort, the cousins find Salome, the gorgeous magician's assistant, stabbed to death after an evening show. Ever curious, Judith begins searching for clues to Salome's murder. Joe, an ex-police officer and friend of the casino's manager, takes charge of the investigation, leaving Judith and Renie-when Judith can draw her cousin away from the slot machines and gaming tables-to continue their own inquiries into the growing list of suspects and yet another murder. The usually feisty Renie becomes even feistier as her gambling obsession grows. The mothers, always humorous, appear to particular comic advantage when left to their own devices in this new and exciting world for them. While some Daheim devotees might feel the surprise twist ending isn't fair to Judith, most fans should welcome the change of pace. (Aug. 1) FYI: Daheim's B&B series has sold more than a million copies to date. The author won the Pacific Northwest Writers Association's 2000 Achievement Award. Copyright 2003 Reed Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
What are the odds against two murders in the same gambling mecca? Judith Flynn and her cousin Renie, the two nosiest women in greater Seattle (Suture Self, 2000), are spending a week at the Stillasnowamish Resort Casino with their long-suffering husbands and bickering mothers. While the moms focus on in-room closed-circuit betting, Bill and Joe try out their system at the roulette tables, Renie happily plunks tokens into the slots, and Judith looks for something more interesting to do. Her eyes light on a snazzy Corvette display and really light up when she spots a corpse in the driver's seat: the beautiful Salome, assistant to the nightclub magician, the Great Mandolini. Wow! Neat! A murder for Judith to solve. There's another one, of course: Micki, the Great Mandolin's fiancée, found dead in a restroom. And, boy, are there ever suspects-dealers, security guards, ex-wives, Mandolini's manager, a huffy second magician who helped stage the illusions, even a drunken poodle-and clues: bloodstains on costumes, bloodstains on a saber, missing wigs, locked trunks, trapdoors, and mysterious power outages. When he's not shooting craps, ex-homicide cop Joe helps casino manager Pancho Green investigate, but it's up to Judith to figure things out. An amusing take on Native American gambling emporiums (with wry asides on the foibles of home remodeling), but most readers will feel short-changed when the plot deflates with one humongous trick too many.

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Product Details

Gale Group
Publication date:
Bed-and-Breakfast Series, #19
Edition description:
Large Print
Product dimensions:
5.58(w) x 8.76(h) x 1.17(d)

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Hocus Croakus
A Bed-and-Breakfast Mystery

Chapter One

Judith McMonigle Flynn staggered out of the car, dumped a foil-lined paper cup of cigarette butts into a big stone ashtray, and found herself looking up at an imposing white-haired Native-American man who was wearing more gold braid than General Douglas MacArthur.

"I'm Bob Bearclaw, the doorman here at the Stillasnowamish casino," the big man announced in a deep, pleasing voice. "Welcome to our resort. May I help you, young lady?"

Judith smiled. "You can help my mother. She's in the backseat and is rather crippled. She'll need a wheelchair, if you have one available."

"Of course we do," Bob replied. "I'll get it right away." He snapped his fingers and made a complicated gesture with his hand. A young valet with a long black braid nodded deferentially before racing inside the casino.

Joe Flynn had finished speaking with a bellman who was now unloading the family's luggage from the Subaru.

"They're getting a wheelchair for Mother," she told her husband.

Joe scowled. "You mean we have to let her out of the car?"

"Don't be mean," Judith scolded. "We don't want to get off to a bad start on our vacation. I'm the one who could hardly breathe with Mother smoking her head off in the backseat."

"And bitching the whole way because there wasn't an ashtray there," Joe grumbled. "She should have thanked me for fixing that cup for her."

Judith refused to argue further. Besides, Joe had to deal with the parking attendant as well as the bellman. And Judith had to deal with her mother.

"A wheelchair is on its way," Judith said, poking her head into the smoky car.

"Don't let Lunkhead push me around in it," Gertrude Grover snapped. "I wouldn't let him haul me from a burning building."

"Don't mention that!" Judith exclaimed. "And stop calling Joe 'Lunkhead.' He's the one who had to load the car and drive for almost two hours to get to Lake Stillasnowamish."

Gertrude hadn't budged from her place in the backseat. In fact, she was lighting another cigarette. "Two hours, my foot. What was he doing, pedaling with his feet? I can move faster with my walker. It used to take us only an hour and a half to get to the family cabin. And that was before they put in the freeway."

"It was the freeway construction that held us up," Judith replied, gnashing her teeth. "Besides, we're ten miles from the cabin." She glanced behind her where the doorman was approaching with a shiny yellow wheelchair. "Here, Mother, I can help you."

"No, you can't," Gertrude retorted. "You'll pop your phony hip. At least my joints are the originals. Not that I couldn't use a few spare parts."

The reference to the artificial hip rankled with Judith. It had been over a year since the replacement surgery, and though she had to be careful not to dislocate it, Judith felt she was getting back to normal. Gertrude, however, liked to remind her daughter that she wasn't normal and never had been.

Judith felt a gentle tap on her shoulder.

"Mrs. Flynn, isn't it?" Bob Bearclaw asked. Seeing Judith give a jerky nod, he leaned into the car. "Then you must be Mrs. Grover. Wait until you see the speedy little number I've got for you. Here, let me help you get out."

A moment later, Gertrude emerged, still smoking, but far from fuming. "You're a good boy," she said to the doorman, who was probably close to seventy. "Your mother must have raised you right."

With remarkable ease, the doorman put Gertrude into the shiny yellow wheelchair and began pushing her up the handicapped ramp. Joe finished his business with the attendants just as his mother-in-law disappeared inside the glass doors of the casino. Judith took a deep breath and surveyed her surroundings.

The Lake Stillasnowamish Resort Casino was located in a spectacular setting. In early March, the cottonwood, alder, and vine maples were just beginning to bud. But the stately evergreens were reflected in the jade-green lake that nestled in the bosom of Mount Nugget. Although Judith had never visited the resort complex before, she knew the area well. Every year until her first marriage, she and the rest of the Grover clan had spent their summers at the family cabins ten miles west of Lake Stillasnowamish. In those days, no one would have dreamed of a gambling establishment in the area, let alone one owned by members of the Stillasnowamish tribe.

"Are you ready?" Judith asked Joe, who was putting the luggage and parking receipts into his wallet.

"Let's wait," Joe said. "If we stay out here for another, oh, twenty minutes, the casino might have raffled off your mother."

"Joe!" Judith exclaimed, but her exasperation was halfhearted. "Please stop making those remarks. You know I didn't want to bring Mother with us, but we had no choice since the toolshed is being renovated along with the bed-and-breakfast. She couldn't stay with Aunt Deb. We tried that once, and they almost killed each other."

"It was sheer perversity of the Rankerses to go to Palm Springs in March this year instead of January or February," Joe declared, referring to the Flynns' next-door neighbors. "Carl and Arlene actually enjoy your mother's company. I've never been able to figure out why. That's perversity, too."

"They're good people," Judith said, starting up the stone steps to the casino entrance. "Besides, they had a problem with the time-share. That's why they had to change their plans."

"Why," Joe mused, "can't they have places to board old people when their kids want to get away? You know, like a kennel. When the Steins on the corner take a trip, they always put Rosie in a boarding -- "

Hocus Croakus
A Bed-and-Breakfast Mystery
. Copyright © by Mary Daheim. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold.

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Meet the Author

Mary Richardson Daheim is a Seattle native with a communications degree from the University of Washington. Realizing at an early age that getting published in books with real covers might elude her for years, she worked on daily newspapers and in public relations to help avoid her creditors. She lives in her hometown in a century-old house not unlike Hillside Manor, except for the body count. Daheim is also the author of the Alpine mystery series and the mother of three daughters.

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