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Make, Take, Murder (Kiki Lowenstein Scrap-N-Craft Series #4)

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Dumpster diving for her lost paycheck is definitely the low point of Kiki Lowenstein's day—that is, until she finds a severed leg thrown in with the trash. Who'd toss a body part in the garbage outside the scrapbook crafts store where Kiki works?

Accompanying the grisly "gift" is a creepy computerized voice message, a warning to the store's "rich and snotty" female shoppers. Kiki soon discovers that the leg belonged to Cindy Gambrowski, a customer with a tyrannical and violent ...

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Overview

Dumpster diving for her lost paycheck is definitely the low point of Kiki Lowenstein's day—that is, until she finds a severed leg thrown in with the trash. Who'd toss a body part in the garbage outside the scrapbook crafts store where Kiki works?

Accompanying the grisly "gift" is a creepy computerized voice message, a warning to the store's "rich and snotty" female shoppers. Kiki soon discovers that the leg belonged to Cindy Gambrowski, a customer with a tyrannical and violent husband—who's now harassing Kiki. Combing through Cindy's scrapbook projects for hidden clues, Kiki tries to find the killer. Was it a crime of marital malice, or did someone else beat Cindy's husband to the punch?

Includes holiday-themed projects and recipes!

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Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
At the start of Slan's enjoyable fourth scrapbooking mystery (after 2010's Photo, Snap, Shot), Kiki Lowenstein, part owner of the craft shop Time in a Bottle, in St. Louis, Mo., is fishing in a Dumpster for a lost paycheck when she finds a severed human leg—which turns out to belong to a crafting regular, Cindy Grabowski, who's gone missing. Investigating the murder is Det. Chad Detweiler, an unhappily married cop with serious hots for Kiki and whom Kiki yoyos between loving and loathing. But all romance takes a backseat to the search for the killer, who Kiki is determined to prove is the victim's abusive husband. Holiday season is in full swing as Kiki juggles Hanukkah and Christmas traditions while trying to solve more than one crime. Interspersed are great crafting tips and tasty recipes, though you have to wonder about Kiki's adolescent swings between love interests. (May)
Library Journal
Scrapbooking dovetails with serious women's issues for amateur sleuth Kiki Lowenstein, a feisty young widow who now partially owns the St. Louis shop where local women come to document their memories. She's certainly not expecting to find a woman's severed leg in her dumpster, but things like that happen to her in this fourth outing (after Photo, Snap, Shot). Turns out the limb belonged to a victim of domestic abuse; now Kiki's in danger, since she's never content to stay on the sidelines. Woven through the cat-and-mouse chase (who knew what damage could be done with craft tools?) are Kiki's Hanukkah craft ideas and her at-home challenges with a tween daughter. VERDICT This author's craft mysteries are topically relevant and chock-full of side stories. Compare with Clare O'Donohue's "Someday Quilts" series for women's empowerment topics.
Kirkus Reviews

Struggling to make ends meet while dealing with a complicated love life? The worst is yet to come.

Her search for a missing paycheck takes Kiki Lowenstein into the dumpster behind Time in a Bottle, the beloved scrapbook store in which she's acquired part ownership. Instead she finds a human leg. Since her husband was murdered, Kiki is used to threatening messages, but her anal-retentive co-owner Bama faints when the detectives show them a threatening note also retrieved from the dumpster. Bama has secrets of her own, which make her abusive husband beat her to a pulp and almost kill Kiki before the police arrive. And it's not as if Kiki doesn't have problems of her own. The man she loves is already married; her teen daughter has become awfully independent; and with Hanukkah and Christmas fast approaching, she has so little money that she's forced to wear a jacket smelling of cat pee to survive the cold St. Louis winter. By contrast, her customer Cindy Gambrowski seemed to have it all, at least until Kiki found her leg. Investigation reveals that she was battered by her controlling husband, who's high on the list of suspects. But Cindy's hidden clues in her scrapbooks, and it's up to Kiki to find them before she becomes the next victim.

Kiki's adventures (Photo, Snap, Shot, 2010, etc.) are a cut above the usual crafting cozies. If the mystery is pedestrian, the characters are so well-developed that each installment leaves the reader yearning for the next.

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780738720661
  • Publisher: Llewellyn Worldwide, Ltd.
  • Publication date: 5/8/2011
  • Series: Kiki Lowenstein Scrap-N-Craft Series , #4
  • Pages: 348
  • Sales rank: 505,642
  • Product dimensions: 5.30 (w) x 8.03 (h) x 0.85 (d)

Meet the Author

Joanna Campbell Slan (Washington, D.C.) is an international authority in the scrapbooking community. She is the author of over ten books on the subject, and her work has appeared in all of the industry's top magazines. In 2004, Slan founded a contest for scrapbookers in the U.K called "The Best of British Scrapbooking," which still runs today. Additionally, Joanna is one of the early Chicken Soup for the Soul authors, and in 2007, she co-founded Sisters in Crime's Forensic University of St. Louis.

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First Chapter

Make, take, murder

A Kiki Lowenstein Scrap-N-Craft Mystery
By Joanna Campbell Slan

Midnight Ink

Copyright © 2011 Joanna Campbell Slan
All right reserved.

ISBN: 978-0-7387-2066-1


Chapter One

MONDAY, DECEMBER 14

I was rummaging around in the trash Dumpster searching for my lost paycheck, when I reached down and grabbed Cindy Gambrowski's severed leg.

Of course, I didn't know it was her leg. I didn't know whose leg it was.

In fact, I couldn't even be sure it was a real, live—er, dead—leg at all. I told myself I was nuts. (Which I probably am.) I immediately dropped what I was holding.

"Eeeeek!" I screamed. "It's ... it's ... a leg! I found a leg."

"Ha, ha, ha. Very funny, Kiki Lowenstein. When you're finished being a complete dope, how about you find your paycheck so you can get out of there?" said Bama. "We've got our Monday night crop to prep for."

That's my business partner for you. She has all the empathy of a pet rock. Clearly, she was not planning to come to my assistance. She thought I was kidding about the leg. Or wrong.

Well, maybe I was.

I swallowed hard and told myself to calm down.

After all, how could a human shin complete with five toes get inside the big green trash bin? Why would anyone dump body parts in with the paper garbage we generated at Time in a Bottle, the scrapbook store where Bama and I work?

This had to be someone's idea of a sick joke. I must have been mistaken. Who'd put a body part in the Dumpster? Especially in our trash bin? Don't be ridiculous, I told myself. Concentrate on finding that paycheck so you can get out of here.

If only I could see better!

It's pretty dark inside a Dumpster with the lid propped open only an inch. The day dawned unusually warm for December, but that's St. Louis for you. We tend to swing from one extreme to another. Either we suffer from muggy, ghastly hot days, or we rival polar expeditions for bone-chilling cold. You can walk outside to a clear sky one minute, dodge pelting golf balls of hail the next, and finish the twenty-four-hour period with a pea-soup colored haze announcing an oncoming tornado. It sure isn't boring; I'll give it that!

Neither was my life.

"I need some help here, Bama!" I called. I figured at the very least she'd hold the lid open for me, but no. She had given me a boost so I could climb into the slime pit. But that was all. After I scrambled over the edge and into the trash, Bama stuck a small stick under the metal lid and backed away. Bama didn't care how tough a time I was having. This was her passive-aggressive way of teaching me a lesson.

Unless I also learned Braille, this education was going no-where—fast. Too darn dark in here to see anything!

"I'm not climbing in after you, Kiki. I won't. Don't ask. Quit whining and find your paycheck. I still have to count out the register and get the store open."

Well, I did, too. I was eager for the activity that would take my mind off how horrible my twelve-year-old daughter was behaving lately.

"This is all your fault," Bama called to me, by way of adding insult to smelly injury.

Duh. That I knew. I should have paid attention. I shouldn't have pushed all those loose papers into the trash can by the desk. I should have put my paycheck in my purse the moment Bama handed it over.

Shoulda. Woulda. Coulda.

And didn't.

When I discovered my mistake, Bama explained she was not about to reissue my paycheck, thank you. "That costs money. Correction: That wastes money. You tossed it, you lost it."

I could tell by the smirk she was proud of her little rhyme. In fact, I bet she was standing outside grinning from ear to ear. All right, I would take my bitter medicine. But I couldn't perform my punishment without more light. "Bama, I'm trying! I want out of here. But I can't see anything! Lift the lid higher!"

"Can't. Don't want to touch it. I'll get dirty." She wore a brand-new, cardinal-red wrap coat that I coveted. I had finally, reluctantly, resigned my old winter coat to the garbage. Moths feasted on the sleeves over the summer. The lining drooped sadly out from under the hem. An unidentified stain crept across the shoulder blades.

I hoped our store was making money. If we were, perhaps I could use a part of the bonus to buy a new coat at the after-Christmas sales. I also wanted to purchase a nice Hanukkah gift for my daughter Anya. She lusted after a pair of Uggs. "All my friends own a pair," she pouted.

But instead of prepping for our upcoming crop or creating displays to entice our customers to spend money, I was stuck here in the trash bin, digging around for my lost paycheck. With no help forthcoming from my "partner," Bama. None at all!

She is so annoying.

"At least go get me some light!" I told myself I must be hallucinating to think I'd touched anything remotely human. But then, I haven't been sleeping well lately. No wonder my imagination shifted to high alert status.

"Hang on," she yelled. "I'll be back. Don't go anywhere."

As if I could! I was too short to climb out of the dumpster without (a) a hand up or (b) a ladder. Instead, I snuggled into the corner far away from the icky, sticky human calf-shaped thing I'd tossed back into the mess. At least in the corner, nothing could come up behind me.

I felt a tickle.

"Something fell down the back of my blouse!" I yelled so loud I thought I ejected my tonsils.

But Bama wasn't around to hear me. I tugged at my top and did the shimmy, hoping whatever small creature was sharing my clothing would vacate the building. Pronto.

"Here," Bama banged her fist against the metal to get my attention. The resulting BONG was as loud as if I were standing inside Big Ben. I could barely make out her next comment, "Got you a flashlight."

The lid opened wide. Sunlight flooded the interior and blinded me. I didn't duck as the big blue plastic flashlight flew by and conked me in the head.

"Bama, that hurt!"

"Sor-reee!" she sang out.

I knew she wasn't.

Ugh. I rotated the plastic cylinder in my hand and clicked it to "on." The stupid beam flickered twice, then died. I knocked it hard against my palm. The light came on. I dug around in the papers and goo of our leftover foodstuffs. When the light wavered, I banged the flashlight against the dumpster wall, and it stayed bright. I shined the beam in the direction of my feet. I moved it left to right in a sweeping motion.

Five pink toes with painted nails winked up at me from between two garbage bags.

"It's a leg! Bama, I'm not kidding! Help! Help! Get me out of here!" I stuffed the flashlight into my waistband and tried to scale the wall of the dumpster. "The lid! Lift the lid!"

Thunk.

Instead of lifting the lid, Bama dropped it. "Phone!" Her voice came from far away. "Be right back!"

"Bama! Wait! Please! Let me out! OUT!" I banged on the wall and yelled some more. I jumped up pogo-stick style and struggled to get a purchase on the rim. I couldn't do it. My fingernails screeched as they slid down the metal.

Carefully avoiding the far end of the heap (or Body Part Village, as I nicknamed it in my head), I heaped bags one on top of each other. When I had a small pile, I climbed them. That didn't work either. They shifted and sank under my weight. I tried again with the same result.

The whole time I yelled and cried and screamed for help.

Finally, I wore myself out. I sank down in the corner of the Dumpster and started to snivel.

Bama took her own sweet time.

I hate that woman.

I really do.

(Continues...)



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  • Posted June 10, 2011

    explosive

    Finding a human leg while looking for a missing paycheck is not how Kiki wanted to begin her day, but that is what happened one morning. When later it was discovered to be a missing customer who was abused, Kiki didn't know this would closely touch her as well. I could not put this book down and this story grabbed my attention as Kiki struggles with so many issues that life kept putting in her path and I enjoyed watching her become stronger from it. The mystery was good but what I liked best was the relationship among the characters from Kiki and Chad and Clancy and Dodie and even Sheila.

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 10, 2011

    Best one yet in series!

    I think this may be the best one yet in the series, and they've all been great! The way Ms. Slan has depicted the hidden facets and the horrible end results of domestic violence/abuse is not exaggeration, and the way she has shown how other people felt after the fact, i.e., that they "should have known", is also not exaggerated. How the mystery is presented and solved, with all it's corresponding drama, will keep you on the edge of your seat. And the hilarious comic relief of Kiki's friends, family, coworkers, and animals is laugh-out-loud funny. Another well-written book in this amazing series.

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 24, 2013

    This might be the best one yet; I loved the first three also. Th

    This might be the best one yet; I loved the first three also. The spousal/family abuse very well "themed" in. I couldn't put it down. Enjoyed the growing prominence of previously minor characters.

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