In a Strange City (Tess Monaghan Series #6)

In a Strange City (Tess Monaghan Series #6)

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by Laura Lippman
     
 

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As a P.I., Tess Monaghan has done some unusual things. But nothing tops this latest request from a very strange man. On January 19th, Edgar Allan Poe's birthday, he wants her to stake out the writer's grave to catch the anonymous visitor who leaves three red roses and brandy in tribute each year. Though no true Baltimorean would unmask Poe's admirer and destroy a…  See more details below

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As a P.I., Tess Monaghan has done some unusual things. But nothing tops this latest request from a very strange man. On January 19th, Edgar Allan Poe's birthday, he wants her to stake out the writer's grave to catch the anonymous visitor who leaves three red roses and brandy in tribute each year. Though no true Baltimorean would unmask Poe's admirer and destroy a cherished tradition, Tess finds herself too curious to resist.

But to Tess's surprise, two "visitors" appear and a struggle soon ensues, leaving one dead as the other vanishes. In a case as macabre as anything conceived by Poe himself, the P.I.-turned-unlikely-eyewitness will delve into the murky depths of the city's most notorious past crimes to find answers...and a black-hearted killer.

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Like all of us, private investigator Tess Monaghan is a devotee of Edgar Allan Poe and, like most of us, she knows that every year on January 19th, his birthday, an anonymous visitor walks to Poe's Baltimore grave and leaves three red roses and a bottle of brandy. That understood, it's to be expected that when she's approached by a prospective client to unmask The Raven's crypt visitor, she's a bit chagrined. But, blasphemy aside, she accepts the assignment. However, curiosity is supplanted by horror when, to Tess's surprise, two visitors appear in the cemetery and one kills the other.... In honor of this eerie mystery, Monsieur C. Auguste Dupin himself would bow in respect.

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9780380810239
Publisher:
HarperCollins Publishers
Publication date:
10/28/2002
Series:
Tess Monaghan Series, #6
Edition description:
Reprint
Pages:
400
Product dimensions:
6.74(w) x 10.92(h) x 1.09(d)

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Chapter One

His card said he specialized in porcelain, but Tess Monaghan couldn't help thinking of her prospective client as the Porcine One. He had a round belly and that all-over pink look, heightened by a rashlike red on his cheeks, a souvenir of the cold day. His legs were so short that Tess felt ungracious for not owning a footstool, which would have kept them from swinging, childlike, above the floor. The legs ended in tiny feet encased in what must be the world's smallest -- and shiniest -- black wing tips. These had clicked across her wooden floor like little hooves. And now, after thirty minutes in this man's company, Tess was beginning to feel as crotchety and inhospitable as the troll beneath the bridge.

But that had been a story about a goat, she reminded herself. She was mixing her fairy-tale metaphors. He seemed to be a nice man, if a garrulous one. Let him huff and puff.

"I don't have a shop, not really," he was saying. "I did once, but I find I can do as much business through my old contacts. And the Internet, of course. A good scout doesn't need a shop."

"Of course."

He had been chatting about Fiestaware and Depression glass since he arrived. It wasn't clear if he even knew he was in a private detective's office, That was okay. She had nothing else to occupy her time on a January afternoon.

"Those auction sites are really for-amateurs-only, if you know what I mean. That's where I go when I want to unload something that doesn't have any real value but which people might get emotional about. For example, let's say I wasgoing to try to sell a Fiestaware gravy boat in teal, which is a very rare color. I'd have to set the reserve so high that people would get all outraged and think I was trying to cheat them. But put a Lost in Space lunch box out there, and they just go crazy, even if it's dented and the original thermos is missing."

Tess glanced at her notes, where so far she had written the man's name, J.P Kennedy/antique scout, and not much else. She added gravy boat/teal and Lost in Space -- no thermos.

"Now, you have some nice things," the Porcine One said suddenly. "This Planter's Peanut jar and the Berger cookie jar. I could get you good money for these. And the clock. Especially the clock."

He stared almost hungrily at the Time for a Haircut clock that had once hung in a Woodlawn barbershop. Tess wondered if he would be similarly impressed by the neon sign in her dining room at home, which said "Human Hair." That had come from a beauty supply shop, one where the demand for human hair was no longer so great as to require solicitation.

"Look, Mr." -- she glanced covertly at her desk calendar, having blanked on his name -- "Kennedy --"

"Call me John. No relation." He giggled; there was no other word for it. A cheerleader or a sorority girl would have been embarrassed to emit such a coy little squeal. "I'm JPK, I guess you could say. That's why I sometimes use the full name, John Pendleton Kennedy, to avoid confusion, but it only seems to add confusion. You may call me John."

"Mr. Kennedy," she repeated. Being on a first-name basis was highly overrated, in Tess's opinion. "I was under the impression you were interested in hiring me, not scouting my possessions for a quick buck."

"Oh, I am, I am. Interested in hiring you." But he was looking at her Planter's jar now, where she stored her business-related receipts until she had time to file them. He even held out a pudgy pink hand, as if to stroke the jar's peanut curves. On the sofa across the room, Tess's greyhound, Esskay, raised her head, ears pointed straight up. The Porcine One's hand was dangerously close to the Berger cookie jar, which held Esskay's favorite treats.

"People rush so, these days," Mr. Kennedy said. Yet he spoke as quickly as anyone Tess had ever known, his words tumbling nervously over each other. "No pleasantries, no chitchat. I suppose we'll stop saying 'How are you?' before long. I can't remember the last time someone said 'Bless you' or even 'Gesundheit' after a sneeze. Again, I blame the Internet. It creates an illusion of speed. And E-mail. Don't get me started on E-mail."

Get him started? All Tess wanted to figure out was how to get him to stop.

"It's a hard time to be an honest man," he said, then looked surprised, as if caught off guard by his own non sequitur. A good sign, Tess thought. He had inadvertently veered closer to the subject of why he was here.

"How so?"

"Dealers such as myself, we are expected to go to great lengths to make sure the items we buy and sell are legitimate. Yet there is little protection afforded us by the law when we are duped. When I buy something, I do everything I can to ensure I'm dealing with someone reputable. Then it turns up on some hot sheet and I'm expected to give it back, with no recompense for my time and money."

Tess had no idea what he was talking about. "You bought something that was stolen and you had to give it back?"

"Something like that." He folded his little hands across his round belly, settling into his chair as if Tess were a dentist, the truth an infected molar she was preparing to extract. No, he was more like a patient in therapy, one who enjoyed the endlessly narcissistic process of paying someone to figure out why he did what he did.

But she...

In a Strange City. Copyright © by Laura Lippman. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold.

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Meet the Author

Since Laura Lippman's debut in 1997, she has been heralded for thoughtful, timely crime novels set in her beloved hometown of Baltimore. Now a perennial New York Times bestseller, she lives in Baltimore and New Orleans with her family.

Brief Biography

Hometown:
Baltimore, Maryland
Date of Birth:
January 31, 1959
Place of Birth:
Atlanta, Georgia
Education:
B.S., Medill School of Journalism, Northwestern University, 1981

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I love Tess Monaghan and the PI she has become, but, you want to yell "don't go in there" ! But Laura Lippman still writes a good mystery with a good story.
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