A Disguise to Die For (Costume Shop Mystery Series #1)

A Disguise to Die For (Costume Shop Mystery Series #1)

by Diane Vallere

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ISBN-13: 9780425278284
Publisher: Penguin Publishing Group
Publication date: 02/02/2016
Series: Costume Shop Mystery Series , #1
Pages: 304
Sales rank: 420,436
Product dimensions: 4.20(w) x 6.70(h) x 1.10(d)

About the Author

Diane Vallere also writes the Lefty-nominated Material Witness series including Suede to Rest and Crushed Velvet, as well as the Mad for Mod and Style & Error series. She has had a lifelong love of playing dress up, and believes the lines between fashion and costume can (should?) be blurred on a regular basis.  At age ten, Diane launched her own detective agency and has maintained a passion for shoes, clues, and clothes ever since.

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Title Page

Copyright

Dedication

Acknowledgments

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Disguise DeLimit Costume List: Blitz Manners’s Detective Party

Recipes

Costume Ideas

Special Excerpt from Masking for Trouble

Chapter 1

“GIVE ME THE knife,” demanded the cranky man in the wheelchair.

“I don’t think so,” I said.

“I’m not playing, Margo. Give me the knife.”

“Why? I already told you I could do it. It’s just going to take longer than I thought.”

“That’s because you can’t climb the ladder in those silly boots.”

“Why are you so worried about my go-go boots? You bought them for me. Besides, you’re the one wearing two different shoes.”

My dad—the cranky man in the wheelchair—looked down at his feet. He wore one brown wing tip and one black.

“I pay that nurse too much to end up leaving the house wearing two different shoes,” he said. “And this stupid chair makes everything worse. If I can get up and down the stairs okay, then I don’t need it.”

“You’re in that chair because you’re still weak. The doctors don’t want you running all over the place and having a second heart attack. And the nurse didn’t mismatch your shoes on purpose. Most of the nurses don’t expect to have such colorful patients.”

He stuck his feet out in front of him and shook his head at the sight of the mismatched shoes. “I said brown wing tips. How hard is that?”

I was pretty sure my dad wasn’t used to relying on a woman to dress him—nurses or otherwise. He’d been a widower since my mother died giving birth to me thirty-two years ago. While growing up, I’d notice the way women who came into the costume shop looked at him in his paisley ascots, tweed blazers, and dress pants. He was a catch, my father. And now that he was recovering from an unexpected heart attack, he was a cranky, stuck-in-his-ways catch that the nurses of Proper City Medical Care had the distinct pleasure of dressing, at least until I’d arrived. I wondered if the mismatched-shoe situation was payback for his attitude.

“You’re going to have to let me help you. Got that?” I said, pointing an accusatory finger at his nose. He swatted it away.

“It’s not right. I’m your father. I’m supposed to take care of you, not the other way around.”

“I’m a grown-up now.”

“You’re too grown-up, if you ask me.” He glared at my outfit a second time.

“What? We have this exact same outfit in the ’60s section of the store.” I pointed to the back corner of the shop, where a kaleidoscope mural in neon shades covered the walls.

The store in question was Disguise DeLimit, our family’s costume shop. The store had been around far longer than I had, starting sometime in the ’70s by a couple who had worked in the movie business in Hollywood. My dad had started as a stock boy before he was old enough to work legally, and slowly graduated first to salesperson and then manager.

Eventually, the couple decided their time running the store was over. Turns out Dad had been saving for a rainy day and bought them out, inventory and all. Shortly after he became owner he met my mother and they fell in love. They married and planned to start a family and run the shop together. Two years later, the love of his life was gone and in her place was a newborn baby: me.

“Besides, you always said the fact that my outfits are inspired by costumes in our inventory was good for business. Remember?”

He grunted an answer and rolled back to the boxes.

The outfit that ruffled his feathers was a mod, zip-front minidress colorblocked in red, white, blue, and black. It ended midthigh, which left an expanse of skin between the bottom of the hem and the top of my white patent leather boots.

The summer before I moved out of Proper, I bought a box of patterns from the ’60s at a yard sale and made myself this dress. The bandleader at the local high school stopped me one day and asked where I got it. They were planning a Beatles tribute concert and thought dresses like mine would be perfect for the choir. He came to the store and placed an order, and I spent the next two weeks knocking out dresses just like it. One by one the girls came in and bought up our inventory of white patent leather boots, plastic hoop earrings, and colorful fishnet stockings. I didn’t always dress like a go-go dancer, but when I got the call from Nurse Number Three that my dad was trying to inventory the costume shop against her direction, there hadn’t been time to change. So here I was in the white patent leather go-go boots he’d bought me before I moved to Las Vegas seven years ago—the perfect complement for my mod minidress but not so practical for balancing on a ladder while your father glares at you—reaching for a rubber knife that someone had hung on the Western wall by the fake pistols and plastic holsters. Everybody knows you don’t bring a knife to a gunfight.

I extended my reach the way I’d been taught in the ballet class I took last year and nudged the peg until the knife fell. It dropped—the peg, not the knife—and landed by my dad’s brown shoe. The knife landed by his black one. I picked up both and set them on the counter.

“Dad, I don’t get why this is so important. Inventory can wait until you’re better.”

“We’re heading into spring. Remember what that means? Outdoor birthday parties and the Sagebrush Festival. I have to know what props we already have stocked so I can start planning concepts.”

“You can’t expect to carry on business as usual while you’re recovering. It’s too much.”

“That’s right. I can’t, but you can. You grew up here. You know as much about the costume business as I do.”

He was right. While other children were playing on backyard jungle gyms, I was playing in the store. My birthday presents had come from costume suppliers and my clothes had come from our inventory. By the time I’d turned sixteen, it was natural for me to work part-time hours after high school.

After graduation, I took the occasional night course but most of my time had been inside these four walls. I’d been responsible for painting the walls around the gangster clothes black with white chalk stripes and also the psychedelic flower-power mural by our ’60s section. It was my dad who encouraged me to move away—he wanted to make sure I knew there was a whole world out there before I accepted Proper City as my home base—and kicked me out on my twenty-fifth birthday. I moved to Las Vegas—which was only about forty miles from Proper but might as well have been the moon for how different it was—and experienced independence for the first time. It was far enough to feel as though I was on my own but close enough to come home for major holidays. I’d been in Vegas ever since.

“I can’t stay indefinitely. You know that. I think you have to sit this season out.”

“Nobody’s sitting anything out. You got that, sister?” asked a black woman from the doorway. She held a small, white bichon frise under one arm. His fur was brushed out in the same manner as her natural Afro.

I rushed forward and flung my arms around her. “Ebony!”

The small dog yipped from inside the hug. I backed away and patted his puffy head. “Hello to you too, Ivory,” I said.

The woman assessed me from head to toe. “Margo Tamblyn, as I live and breathe. You’ve grown into a fine young lady. I bet this old man wants to take the credit for that, doesn’t he?” She winked at me.

“I think we all know you had a little something to do with it.”

Ebony Welles was a fifty-six-year-old woman who had lived in Proper City her whole life. College had been out of her financial reach after high school, so instead she started Shindig, her own party planning business, when she graduated. She’d expanded from birthdays to all of the major holidays and a few minor ones too. She wore her hair in a brushed-out Afro and dressed in a largely ’70s vibe. She bragged that she could still fit into the clothes she owned in high school, and four out of five days a week she proved it. Considering my wardrobe came from bits and pieces from the costume shop, I didn’t think it was all that strange.

Ebony had become a part of my life when I was five. She’d been hired to plan an anniversary party for the local dachshund society. At a loss for inspiration, she’d headed out to clear her mind. My dad had recently redone the windows of Disguise DeLimit in a Wizard of Oz theme. Ebony thought it was brilliant. She reserved the six costumes he had on display and ordered flying-monkey costumes for all seventeen dogs. She asked me to help put the wings on the dachshunds and she even let me dress like a Munchkin. The pictures from the party had circulated far and wide, and I hadn’t been the same since.

“How long do we have you for?” Ebony asked.

I cut my eyes to my dad before answering. “My boss gave me through the weekend.”

“Where are you working?” she asked, her eyes darting to my outfit.

I tugged at the hem of my skirt. “I’m a magician’s assistant. I asked a friend to fill in for me while I came here.”

“I have an idea. Tell the magician you can’t go back to work because we accidentally made you disappear.” She slapped my dad’s knee and laughed so loud I suspected they could hear her in the pet shop across the street.

Ebony and my dad sometimes acted like they didn’t get along, but deep down I knew they were close friends. My dad had never gotten over the death of my mother, and judging from how often people told me I looked like her, I knew the constant reminder must have been hard for him. He’d done the best he could, even if my school clothes had mostly come from Disguise DeLimit. Some days I dressed like a flapper, others, a cowgirl. My wardrobe was more costume than couture, a fashion quirk I attributed to his influence. By the time I started shopping for myself, I found the latest trends lacking a certain spark of individuality. To this day I accessorized with props from our inventory rather than jewelry or scarves from the local department store: a holster with cap guns when I went Western, white patent leather go-go boots when I felt mod, a top hat and cane when I wore a tuxedo. Getting a job in Las Vegas had been a natural, because everybody in Vegas was in some kind of a costume.

My job history had been spotty at first: receptionist for a real estate agent, vintage clothing store clerk, concession stand clerk for a theater. The big money was as a showgirl, but the fact that I preferred to wear clothes at work kept me at a certain income level. Hey, a girl’s gotta have standards.

Eventually I met a fledgling magician who wanted an assistant. I provided my own costume—a black, cutaway tuxedo jacket over a red-sequined bodysuit, fishnets, and pumps—and we hit the circuit. He paid me 20 percent of the take from the door, which paid for my half of the rent and bills. On a good night, I bought steak from the grocery store. On a bad night, I ate ramen noodles.

Ebony was the closest thing I had to a mother. She taught me about makeup, clothing, and men. When I headed off to Vegas for a job, I caught her crying. She said she had something in her eye and I pretended I believed her.

“Listen up, Jerry,” she said. “Margo came here because of you, so don’t go getting better too fast. She and I have a lot of catching up to do.” She put her arm around me and turned me away from him. “How’s your love life? Anybody on the horizon?”

“The quality of men in Vegas isn’t what you’d think. How about you?”

“Honey, I like my life just the way it is. Can’t imagine turning my world upside down for a man.”

“How’d you know I was here?” I asked.

“Elementary, my dear Watson,” she said in a poorly affected English accent. “I saw the white scooter out front and took a guess. We don’t have many scooter riders around here.”

“She’s lying!” my dad cried out. We both turned to him. He had pulled on a deerstalker hat and held a pipe in his hands. “She made no such deduction. I told her you were on your way.”

Not one to let the fun pass me by, I pulled a tweed cape from a circular rack and draped it over my shoulders. “So the evidence points to a conspiracy,” I said, brows furrowed. “Number one: information about my arrival was discussed behind my back. Number two: a suspicious white scooter is parked in front of the store. Number three: I smell sugar cookies, and you know they’re my favorite. The mystery isn’t how you knew, but what you plan to do about it.”

A slow clap filled the air. All three of us turned our heads toward the door. It had been propped open since Ebony arrived, and a young blond man now filled the entrance. He wore a short-sleeved green polo shirt, madras plaid shorts, and navy blue canvas deck shoes. His glowing tan set off blue eyes and white teeth. I got the feeling he spent a lot of time on a golf course or a boat—or both.

“Cheesy, but charming,” he said. “Not what I had in mind, though.” He entered the store and ran his hand over a rack of colorful feather boas that hung inside the entrance. When the orange boa fell through his fingertips, he turned his attention back to us.

My dad rolled his wheelchair out from behind the counter. “Hello, Blitz,” he said. “Octavius Roman says you rented out his facility space for your birthday party. You must be busy with all of the last-minute details. What brings you to Disguise DeLimit?”

“Octavius can’t accommodate me. Roman Gardens had a flood in its kitchen and canceled. My birthday is this weekend and the entire plan is out the window.”

“That’s too bad,” Ebony said. Her fingers rubbed the gold of the medallion pendant she always wore. She let go of the necklace and leaned back against the counter on one elbow, holding her other hand in front of her as if she was inspecting her manicure. “This town has come to expect an extravaganza from you. It’s going to be hard to find someone to plan a full-blown party in less than a week.”

The blond man scowled. “Why do you think I tracked you down here? Nobody else will even consider it.”

“Who says I will?” Ebony said.

“I have money. Lots of it.”

“I don’t want your money,” Ebony said.

“You were more than happy to take my dad’s money twenty years ago. Are you going to pretend things are all that different now?”

Ebony stiffened. Ivory bared his teeth and growled at Blitz. I moved my eyes back and forth between Ebony and Blitz, gauging the number from one to ten that would best correspond with Ebony’s reaction. I didn’t know who this guy was, but I didn’t like what he was implying about her past.

“We haven’t met yet,” I said. I stepped forward and held out my hand. “I’m Margo Tamblyn.”

“Blitz Manners,” he replied. He clamped his hand onto mine pretty hard, squishing my fingertips together. I squeezed back a second too late to block the pain, but soon enough to make it look like everything was fine.

“If I understand the situation correctly, you were planning to have a party at Roman Gardens but they’re no longer available because of a flood in their kitchen. You’d like Ebony to put together a new party plan on short notice. Is that correct?” I asked. I used the voice Magic Maynard had taught me to use to divert the crowd’s attention from his act. Soft and steady, and pay no attention to the man behind the curtain. Blitz took a couple of extra seconds to reply, but when he did, I nodded and stepped him away from Ebony. I picked up the pad of paper my dad had been taking inventory on and flipped to a blank page.

“How many guests?”

“Forty.”

“That’s a pretty big party.”

“I’m known for my parties, sweetheart. Are you new around here? Better make it forty-one.”

I bit back a laugh at the expense of his come-on and stayed professional. “Do you have a caterer? Music? Theme?”

“Roman Gardens was going to supply everything.”

“They must still have the music and theme arranged, even if their location is out. So really, you need a location. That shouldn’t be so hard—”

“I canceled everything Octavius had planned and took back my deposit. He’s not getting a dime out of me. I need a new plan and I need it fast. The works.”

It had been a while since I’d worked at the store, but I knew what he was asking for was borderline impossible. “I’m sorry, but I don’t think that’s doable.”

“Sure it is. That’s your business, isn’t it?”

“Our business is costumes.” I held a hand up and made a sweeping gesture toward the rows of clothing hanging on racks over our heads. “If you have a theme, we can suggest costumes, and you can either rent them or buy them. We do custom costumes too, but that takes time. There’s a considerable price break if you rent instead of buy, but the deposit is nonrefundable. If you don’t have a theme, we can show you around the store and maybe something will inspire you.”

“That skit you were doing when I walked in. What was that for?”

“Skit? We weren’t performing a skit.” I turned around and looked at my dad. He still wore the deerstalker, but had set the pipe on the counter. “Sherlock Holmes?” I said.

“He’s a mystery guy, right? That could be cool. Intellectual. Nobody’s done anything like that around here. It’ll be highbrow, literary. Yep, I like it. Everybody comes as their favorite detective. Bring out all the famous ones. Perry Mason, Sherlock Holmes, the works. Just remember, keep it young. I’m turning twenty-six, not eighty-six.”

“I don’t think you understood me. We do costumes, not party planning—”

“But I do,” Ebony interjected. She stepped between Blitz and me. “Give me the night to secure the location, entertainment, and catering. Come to my shop tomorrow and we’ll work out details.”

“There aren’t any details to work out.” He pulled an envelope out from inside his jacket and tossed it on a table. “Twenty thou should get you started. I’ll pay the rest when it’s done.”

Chapter 2

WE ALL STARED at the thick envelope on the table, but none of us made a move to pick it up.

Blitz turned to me. “You work with the costumes?”

“Yes.”

“You’re going to turn me into the hottest detective Proper City has ever seen. I’ll come back tomorrow to pick up my costume. Better have the rest done by then too, so I can figure out who’ll wear what.”

“Tomorrow? I can’t have forty custom costumes ready in twenty-four hours!”

“Sure you can, toots. Your store’s reputation depends on it.” He pulled a brown leather billfold out of the back pocket of his shorts and extracted a piece of paper. “My measurements. Make sure it fits in all the right places.” He winked.

I didn’t take the paper. “I’m sorry. Like I said, I can’t hit that deadline.”

“I don’t think you understand. I just paid you twenty grand for this gig, and that means I own you. So if I want to pick up costumes tomorrow, then you’ll have them ready. Got it, babe?”

He put on a pair of black Ray-Ban sunglasses and flashed teeth that were whiter than my boots. He shut the door behind him, and Ebony threw a pair of fuzzy dice at the door after it closed. I shook my arms to get rid of the heebie-jeebies. Blitz Manners might be used to flashing his smile and getting what he wanted, but I didn’t care how much money he threw at us. As far as clientele went, he left much to be desired.

“Who was that guy again?” I asked.

“That guy was trouble,” Ebony answered.

I waited for more. My dad wheeled himself to the front of the store and scooped the fuzzy dice from the floor. He wheeled back to the counter and set them on top of the case. “Blitz Manners. Local trust fund baby. His family lives in the mansion at the end of Winnie Lane.”

“Winnie Lane. Isn’t that part of the new big development? Christopher Robin Crossing?” I asked.

“Yes. When the money moved into Proper, that’s where they built.”

Ebony spoke up. “There’s all sorts of mansions out that direction, like they’re afraid to let their property get too close to the rest of us. Pretty silly, all those rich people living in a development named after Winnie-the-Pooh.” My dad shot her a look. “Well, it is. Ten years ago one of ’em tried to petition the city council to rename the streets. I guess Piglet Lane doesn’t look so fancy even when it’s engraved on an invitation.”

My dad shook his head at Ebony’s insights.

“Those houses were there when I lived here. Why don’t I know the name?”

“Those kids went to private schools and then out-of-state colleges. Most of the families that live out that way have their own social circles.” He rolled his wheelchair back a few inches and then forward, trying—and failing—to change direction. He rolled the chair back into the same position where he’d been. “As far as I can tell, nobody’s said no to Blitz since his father died. He started collecting his inheritance when he turned eighteen. His mother remarried Jack Cannon, but he never had any luck controlling the boy either. Blitz was too far along as a spoiled rich kid. His solution to everything is to throw money at it.”

I glanced at the bulging envelope. “What’s with the party?”

Ebony spoke up. “There’s a competition between the rich kids to outdo each other with their birthday parties. It’s been going on for about five years now, I think. Blitz and his friends are currently controlling the game. Grady O’Toole had a hustle party a few months ago. He hired me to provide the catering. I would have loved to design the entire thing, but he gave the job to Candy Girls.”

Candy Girls was an operation of women who organized events in Proper. They were started as a postcollege nonprofit by a group of sorority sisters, but when the founders realized the income potential, they were quick to turn their backs on their initial charitable impulses. You could hire Candy Girls to cater, decorate, or simply show up to guarantee a crowd and a decent girl-to-boy ratio at your event.

Even though Candy Girls employed a lot of the women who chose to stay in Proper City, I had never considered working there. Candy Girls were blond, giggly, and popular. They were the kind of women who kept the local salons in business with their highlights and blowouts. I kept my hair in a dark-brown-from-a-box ’60s flip with bangs that I trimmed with sewing scissors. It was the way my mom wore her hair for her yearbook photo in 1968. That was my favorite way to remember her. The style worked with just about any costume-inspired outfit I wore. Especially the ones with the go-go boots.

“Why do you think Blitz didn’t go to Candy Girls for his party problem?” I asked.

“Rumor is that Blitz’s current girlfriend is Grady’s ex,” Ebony said. “That makes things messy. Besides, Blitz is the kind of person who wants to outdo everybody. If Grady O’Toole’s party was the talk of the town and it was done by Candy Girls, then Blitz isn’t going to go with Candy Girls. He once threw a casbah party and flew in ten guys from Morocco to put it together.”

“Sounds like the competition to outdo each other is pretty steep. What about the kids who don’t have trust funds?”

“These parties are a big deal. Most are happy just to get invited.” Ebony pulled her sunglasses from a hip pocket and slid them into place. “What am I standing around here talking to you two for? I have a party to plan.” She picked up the envelope and thumbed through the bills inside. “Twenty thousand dollars to throw a party in Proper City. Who’da thunk.” She set the envelope down, picked up Ivory, and left.

Ebony walked down the sidewalk to a coffee-colored Cadillac Coupe de Ville. She hopped in and drove away, leaving a parking space big enough for three smart cars. I turned back to my dad and asked the question I couldn’t shake.

“Dad, what do you think Blitz meant by that comment about Ebony and his dad’s money?”

“People like to start rumors. Ignore him.”

“But if he’s so eager to throw the party of the century, why go with Ebony? Why come to us? Aren’t we a little too small-town for him?”

“Just because we live in a small town doesn’t mean we are small-town,” he said. There was a proud determination to the set of his jaw. “We have five thousand costumes in our inventory, acquired or created over the past forty years. In that time we’ve gotten bigger than the local costume party circuit. We’re known all over Nevada. Some people even tack an extra day onto their Vegas vacations so they can come and see us.”

“You know what I meant. Ebony said Blitz flew people in from Morocco last year. You’re kind of talking apples and oranges.”

“We’ve been providing costumes for the parties in Proper City for a very long time now and we do it better than anybody. This wheelchair is only temporary and it’s not going to change the way we run the store.”

He pulled the deerstalker off his head and set it on the glass case. He wheeled over to a circular rack of capes and trench coats. “Blitz wants forty detective costumes. Let’s make a list. We can do Sherlock Holmes, Perry Mason, Mike Hammer.” He paused. “Who else?”

“What about Trixie Belden, Nancy Drew, and Miss Marple?” I added. “Shaft. Veronica Mars. And Encyclopedia Brown!”

The pencil flew across the paper as he wrote the names down. His expression had changed from determination to enthusiasm. “What do you think? Are you up for this?” he asked.

“Sure am. It’ll be like one of those murder mystery parties, only times a hundred. But what about you?”

“I can’t do it by myself. It’s going to be a lot of work and because of this chair, the brunt of it is going to fall on you.”

I pulled on a tweed cape, pulled the deerstalker down over my hair, and caught my reflection. My flip curled up just above my shoulders. My eyes were wide and brown and framed with fake eyelashes. I’d gotten so used to wearing them in Vegas that I felt naked without them. I pulled the hat off and set it next to the register.

“Margo, this is a big opportunity for the store. Candy Girls has expanded from catering to party planning, and I heard they’re starting to sell prepackaged costumes. This party would give us a chance to show off what makes us special. Custom costumes. And the money is good. It’ll help cover some of my medical bills.”

“Don’t you have insurance?”

He looked away. “Yes, but there are deductibles to meet.”

“Is the shop in trouble?” I lowered myself onto an orange beanbag chair and looked up at him. He spun his wedding ring with the fingers on his right hand like I’d watched him do my whole life.

“If you weren’t here, I wouldn’t even consider taking this job,” he said.

“Then it’s settled,” I said. I stood up and straightened my dress. “We’d better get to work if we’re going to have costumes to show Blitz Manners by tomorrow.”

*   *   *

WE spent the next two hours sorting through the inventory for mystery-themed costumes and related accessories. Since my dad was temporarily confined to the wheelchair, he was in charge of props and concepts. I moved around the shop and collected elements that we could modify: trench coats, plaid wool suits, capes, deerstalkers, and fedoras. I assembled Columbo from the suit and tie that went with our traveling salesman costume, a beat-up trench coat that went with our hobo, and a plastic cigar. Rockford was also easy: jeans, plaid shirt, and stick-on sideburns. I designed two Nancy Drews: a ’30s one with cloche hat, capelet, and below-the-knee-length skirt, and a ’50s one with an argyle sweater, plaid kilt, knee socks, and loafers. I had to flip through most of the skirts in our schoolgirl section to find one that was long enough to be appropriate for a girl detective—not that I believed the woman who wore it would have chosen the modest length. Tom Swift came from our steampunk section, and Cherry Ames, school nurse, came from the medical corner.

I checked in with my dad after the first hour and found him sorting hats, monocles, pipes, and magnifying glasses into piles. “Do you think it’s okay to have more than one Sherlock?”

“Why not? Who’s to say if he wants to be BBC Sherlock or CBS Sherlock or Robert Downey Jr. Sherlock?”

“What about regular old Sherlock? Tweed cape, tweed hat, gloves, ascot. You know, the classic image of him.”

“You heard what Blitz said about keeping things modern.”

“That’s too bad. If he wants to be Sherlock Holmes, there’s pretty much only one way to go so everybody knows who he’s supposed to be. I mean, what’s he going to do, dress like that guy on the TV show? His Watson isn’t even a man!”

“You convinced me.” He stroked an imaginary beard and looked up at the ceiling. “Go to the back room and bring me the houndstooth fabric that we used for the My Fair Lady costume. The taupe one with the navy, burgundy, and forest green pattern. Better yet, wheel me back there. The sewing shop is set up and I can knock out a cape and trousers while you’re working in here.”

I stood behind the wheelchair and rolled him backward and then forward, past the cases of colorful makeup, paste jewelry, and other accessories that we didn’t hang on the shelves. I stopped next to the bald caps and pulled one out. “Kojak,” I said. He nodded, and we continued until we reached the back room.

Behind the interior of the shop was a long, narrow room set up with various sewing machines and a table for cutting out fabric. Two forms stood like sentries at the end of the room: a male and a female. Large, round metal trash bins held bolts of fabric that protruded out like giant flower stems without blooms.

I didn’t know when my dad had first taught himself to sew. I imagined that my mother had been the one to make most of the costumes while he watched the shop and fabricated what needed to be made from wood or sheet metal, but as far as I remembered, our costume assortment had been limited only by what he could create. At an early age I learned how to adapt already-made clothing into costumes by shortening hems, narrowing pants, and hand-sewing patches on secondhand castoffs. We shopped the local thrift stores for items that we could use and, with dye and imagination, created wizards, princesses, hobos, animals, and a whole lot more. By the time I’d graduated high school, I was a pro at turning flea market finds into high-ticket costumes. My Chicago collection had been rented by seventeen different groups by the time I moved to Vegas.

It was close to eight when we finished our list. I’d collected items from throughout the shop and had a list of the few remaining props we needed.

“Dad, you look exhausted. Let me wrap things up here and we can finish tomorrow.”

“Fine. I’ll start dinner. Spaghetti and meatballs sound okay to you?”

“Sounds perfect. Give me fifteen minutes to get things organized and I’ll be up to set the table.”

The doctors had recommended the wheelchair, and I knew my dad hated it. I watched him wheel himself to the back stairs, lift himself out of the chair, and slowly ascend the staircase. It wouldn’t have mattered if we did have a ramp or an elevator. In his mind, the chair was temporary, and he wouldn’t allow himself to get used to it.

I found a large plastic bin of hangers and clear garment bags on a shelf behind the cash register and assembled each costume in a bag. Because of the short window of time, we’d expected each person to wear their own footwear, but I made a note with suggestions on index cards and taped them to the front of the hanger with the name of the costume.

Behind me, the door rattled. Blitz Manners was on the sidewalk, surrounded by a gaggle of men around the same age as he was. He stumbled inside. He wore a crooked smile and reeked of beer and cigarettes. He reached out and put a finger under my chin and grinned. A tall man with hair the color of freshly minted pennies and the blue eyes and freckles to go with followed him into the store. The rest of his entourage stayed on the sidewalk out front.

“Let’s see what you got for me, babe,” Blitz slurred.

“Our store is closed for the night. You can come back tomorrow to see what we’ve put together.”

“I wanted to keep you on your toes.” He swayed forward and back, but I didn’t think he knew he did it. I looked at the redhead. He grinned and shrugged, like he was used to Blitz doing whatever Blitz wanted to do. I smiled back, and he winked at me.

“The costumes that we finished are over here.” I walked him to the ballet barre that held the numbered garment bags. “I think we came up with a nice assortment for you. We have Hercule Poirot, Columbo, Kojak, and Jim Rockford. I assume you’ll be inviting women to your party too, right? There’s Miss Marple, two Nancy Drews, Cherry Ames, and Veronica Mars. And four different Sherlock costumes: BBC, steampunk, CBS, and a custom classic Sherlock that my father made this afternoon.” I bent backward at the waist to put distance between the scent of happy hour and my nose. “Personally, I think it’s a standout.” I picked up the hanger with the tweed cape and deerstalker.

“Is this some kind of joke?” he asked. He grabbed the hanger from me and threw the costume on the ground. “I thought I told you to keep it hip. These are costumes for an old person’s party,” he said.

“This is exactly what you asked us for,” I said defensively, and bent to scoop the clothes from the ground. “This very costume is the one you saw when you came into the store.”

He looked over his shoulder at the guys standing on the sidewalk out front, and stepped back and gave me a full-body scan from my face to my boots, and back up to my face. “Things don’t look like they did when I was here earlier. Maybe I didn’t communicate clearly enough what I wanted.”

He overenunciated his words. I didn’t doubt that he was well on his way to passing out, but I also didn’t doubt that this was a regular occurrence. It wasn’t my problem if Blitz was blitzed. I just wanted him out of the store.

The cowbell over the door clanged and another man entered. He was tall and had broad shoulders. Longish straight black hair was pushed away from his face. There were traces of a beard and mustache that looked more like the product of a couple of days without shaving than a conscious decision to wear facial hair. His features were Asian with a mix of Roman. Black-brown eyes studied me from under strong eyebrows. Aquiline nose. Naturally red lips. I smiled a cautious greeting—cautious because I was alone and didn’t want to encourage the rest of the group to enter too—and turned my attention back to Blitz.

“I’m sorry to disappoint you, but this is the best we can do on short notice.” I put my hands on the rolling rack and moved it away from him. I picked up the envelope of money from the counter where Ebony had left it and held it out. “Here’s your deposit back,” I said.

The redhead snickered. “You were right, Blitz, she’s not like the rest of them. All the girls we know would have kept the money.”

“Shut up, Grady,” Blitz said. He kept his eyes on me. The solicitous drunk who had come into the store had turned into a sullen one. He shot a nasty look at the third man who had entered, snatched the envelope of cash from my hand, and turned around and stormed out the door.

Grady leaned forward. “Don’t admit defeat yet. He’ll change his mind. He always does.” He stared at me for a few seconds and then turned and followed Blitz outside.

The third man was gone too. I gave the crowd a couple of seconds to start down the street, and then popped my head out and looked left and right. Blitz’s crowd had gone one way, the Asian man was by himself, walking in the other direction. He turned around and caught me watching him. I froze. He pulled a hand out of his jacket pocket and waved tentatively. I waved back in like fashion.

I locked the door, pulled the shades down, and turned out the lights. After moving the rack of costumes to the back of the store by the register, I headed upstairs. Dad was in the kitchen, stirring a pot of marinara sauce.

“What kept you? It sounded like I heard voices,” he said.

“Blitz Manners showed up after you left. I told him the store was closed but he didn’t seem to care.”

“Customers like Blitz don’t pay attention to store hours. So how’d it go?” he asked. “Was he impressed with our work?”

“Not really.” I dropped into a red vinyl kitchen chair, part of a ’50s diner set my dad had scored on one of his flea market trips. “He had a bunch of his friends with him. He said he didn’t like what we pulled together. Is this normal? People throw money at you to spend your day working for them and then they insult your work?”

“No, it’s not normal. Last week Molly Cunningham came in and bought five princess costumes for her nieces to wear to her wedding. And the week before that, Black Jack Cannon had a Maverick-themed poker party and rented our best Western garb. It’s not all bad, Margo. At least Blitz paid in advance.”

“When he said he wasn’t happy with what we’d pulled together, I gave him back his money.”

My dad studied my face. I knew it had been the right thing to do and I knew he knew it too. But I remembered what he’d said about medical bills and I wondered again if there was more—or less—to the store’s financial situation than he was letting on.

Chapter 3

A SMOKE-GRAY CAT sauntered up from under the table and ran his head against my dad’s pant legs. My dad set down the spoon and sat in a diner chair.

“Is this Soot?” he asked.

“Yep.”

“He was just a kitten when I last saw him.”

Soot jumped into my dad’s lap, turned three circles, and settled into a curled-up position. I ran my hand over the top of Soot’s head and he started to purr. The cat, not my dad.

(Continues…)



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A Disguise to Die For 4.4 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 20 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book was so badly edited that pages 147to 249 the entire section kept repeating ,there was no conclusion. Bad nook shame on you
LolitaV More than 1 year ago
To summarize: This is one of the best cozy mysteries I've read so far! It has a great and interesting mystery, the main character her involvement in the mystery felt natural and it was a nice twist who the murderer was. I liked how we got to know the victim during the investigation and get a feel for his personality. Margo is a great main character, very caring and I liked how she dressed up in costume. There is a nice cats of side characters and I liked getting a feel for the inhabitant of this small town in Nevada. I also thought the romance was really well done, it fits nicely into the story and doesn't distract from the plot. I enjoyed seeing how their relationship slowly builds form strangers to slowly learning to trust each other and I hope to see more of these two in the next book. All in all a great start to the series and I really want to check out this author her other books as well now.
Michelle_Palmer More than 1 year ago
Very intriguing mystery. I am only giving it 4 stars because I thought there were logical fallacies that kept pulling me out of the story. A character that grew up in a small town in Nevada but leaves and comes back a few years later but doesn't know about the rich neighborhood that has been there for decades? That is odd. I loved the characters, the setting, and the plot. I want to read more in this series when they come out. The small town of Proper, Nevada is charming. I love the tradition of costume parties for every occasion. I would love to live there. The people are divided: the rich and the poor, much like our society today. The mystery was well plotted and well paced.
Kuzlin More than 1 year ago
Margo Tamblyn has been working in Las Vegas, most recently as a magician's assistant, seeking to find herself when she gets a call to come home and help out her dad while he recovers from his heart attack. Home is Proper City, Nevada where costume parties rule year-round, and her dad's store, Disguise DeLimit, helps provide many of the requested costumes and other accessories. Growing up in this atmosphere,motherless since birth, Margo loved dressing up in different outfits, creating new and exciting persona's for herself. While Her dad and his friend take a short trip to check out possible alien costumes at Area 51 Margo is left to run the store. Lucky for her, the town's rich bad boy Blitz, comes in to buy costumes for his birthday bash. Unlucky for her, he is murdered at his party and the prime suspect is Ebony, the woman who looked out for Margo during her youth. Can she uncover the real murderer in time or will she only succeed in putting herself in danger. I enjoyed this first book of the new series and it's assorted characters and adorable pets. I loved that the party costumes for this birthday bash were all mystery detectives, such as Sherlock Holmes, Columbo, Charlie Chan, etc. I also liked the relationship between Margo and Ebony, and between Margo and Tak...hoping for this relationship to continue to build. The identity of the murderer did remain elusive until the end and there were enough twists and turns to make it interesting. Disclosure: I received this book from the author in exchange for an honest review.
bwilhoite More than 1 year ago
This was my first book by Diane Vallere but sure won't be the last. I loved her writing! The book flowed great, had great characters, and storyline. Even had some great humor that had me chuckling. The Costume Shop Mystery was a lot of fun.
KristinSchadler More than 1 year ago
Awesome book! Loving the costume shop mysteries. Very excited to read the next one. Loved the characters, the close family ties and the costume ideas.
Servedogmom More than 1 year ago
A Disguise to Die For is the inaugural book in the Costume Shop Mystery series by the talented Diane Vallere. I am a fan of Diane Vallere's Style & Error mystery series. I really enjoy the creativity and flow of that series, so I was delighted when I heard about her new Costume Shop Mysteries (and drawn in by the cover). The small desert town of Prosper City, Nevada with streets named for storybook characters and an affinity for themed costume parties is the perfect location for the costume shop, Disguise DeLimit. When Margot Tamblyn learns her father, Jerry, has had a heart attack, she takes a leave from her job as a Magician’s Assistant in Vegas to help care for him and to manage the family costume shop. Shortly after her arrival, Margo makes a large sale, providing detective costumes for the birthday party of Blitz Manners, a spoiled young adult “rich kid”. Ebony, the woman who has been like a Mother to Margo, is planning the party. The party is just starting when Blitz is found dead with Ebony standing over his body with a knife. Margo starts investigating to help prove Ebony's innocence. Can the spicy, mysterious Tak Hoshiyama be trusted to assist her? Margo embraces wearing costumes as she investigates Blitz’s stabbing death. Will others take her efforts and intuition seriously? What secrets do the quirky residents hold dear? One of the most poignant thoughts in the book is, “The universe gives you the lessons you’re supposed to learn. Meaning there’s a reason this is happening. You’re in a class called life. Figure out what you’re supposed to learn and then everything will make sense.” Included are some delicious recipes, like the Hoshiyama Fried Rice, and ideas for creating your own detective party with costumes at the back of the book. I read the introductory pages of Book 2 in this series, Masking For Trouble and I can’t wait for Masking For Trouble's release to see what is in store for Margo. Diane Vallere delivers a unique cozy mystery with her renowned wit and humor. Margot is a fun heroine, a young woman who stumbles upon a murder when all she is trying to do is help her father and, ultimately, make a few changes in her life. There is lots of fun in this book making it was a very enjoyable read. This book moves along at a fast pace. The surprise ending will satisfy and delight many mystery fans. Overall, an impressive start to promising cozy mystery series with enough character and series/plot development to leave the reader wanting more. A must read for those who love unique cozy mysteries. Full Disclosure: I purchased this book as the cover drew me in and I enjoy another cozy mystery series by this author. I did receive a complimentary copy of this book in exchange for an honest review. I was not required to write a positive review. The opinions I have expressed in this review are my own.
momelaine More than 1 year ago
This was a very good book! A very good start to a new series. I really like Margo and her quirkiness with her costume clothes. I really enjoyed her relationship with her dad and Ebony. As far as the mystery of who did it, I didn't have that figured out. I'm looking forward to the next book in the series. I received a free copy of this book for a fair and honest review.
MarshaG More than 1 year ago
Margo comes home to take care of her ailing father and help at the family business. Of course as cozies go a murder happens, a person she loves is accused and it falls to her to prove the innocence of her friend. It would be fun to be able to dress as whoever I wanted everyday. That is just one of the things that make this cozy a good read. There is a bit too much repetition of the back story of Margo's past and the reasons for her closeness with Ebony. These are things can be forgiven because the story is original and satisfying. The characters are interesting, the story moves quickly and I found the book hard to put down. While I wanted to know who did it I also didn't want the book to end.
Debb23 More than 1 year ago
I loved this book, once I got started I had a hard time putting it down and that was because of work issues not that the book was slow to start, I was grabbed pretty quickly. Margo comes home to help at the family costume store when her father has a heart attack and is recovering. When a body is discovered with a woman that Margo considers to be a second mother is found standing over the body the twists and turns begin. I cannot begin to say enough good about the characters in this book. Each is has their own distinct personality, some may be quirky but not over the top. The closeness between them comes through and characters are introduced at a pace that I did not find overwhelming. The mystery was excellent and actually surprised me, I figured it out right along with Margo. I usually don't expect much from a first in series, and this one went over and beyond. I cannot wait for the next one in this series, it jumped right to one of my favorites. Did I say that I love it? There is the added bonus of some yummy sounding recipes and one that had me laughing out loud, nice touch. Also there are some costume ideas. I received this book from the author in exchange for a fair and honest review, and this is my honest opinion.
Christy41970 More than 1 year ago
If you are looking for a new cozy mystery series, look no further! Diane Vallere has a hit with A Disguise to Die For, and I've got high hopes for the future books in the Costume Shop Mystery series. Cozy mystery books can sometimes be hit or miss. It is one of my favorite genres, so I am so glad to find a series that is sure to be a hit! This first book definitely hits the mark. Margo, her dad, Ebony, Tak, Kirby, Nancy....these are all characters that I can't wait to read more about! They are very well-written, and I developed a quick love for them. Margo's choices for her wardrobe are extremely interesting. It makes me wish I'd grown up in a costume shop! She is one of a kind! I love how she drops everything to help her dad out when he needs her. The supporting characters in this book are all ones that I am sure you'll grow to love if you are a cozy mystery book fan. The costume party that Margo plans for Blitz Manners has a great theme. Margo provides costumes with the theme television and movie detectives. She's got Columbo, 2 Nancy Drews, multiple Sherlocks.....the list goes on and on. But when Blitz is murdered at his own party, it becomes difficult to deduce the culprit as everyone was in disguise. Margo steps in and tries to find the real killer so her friend Ebony, who is like a mother to Margo, will be off the hook. With the help of her new friend, Tak, she solves the case and saves the day. A Disguise to Die For is one that you need to add to your TBR piles! I highly recommend it!
LegoDinolady More than 1 year ago
This is the first book that I have had the honor to read by Diane Vallere. I found that this book was a very good read. It was a fast read and I found to enjoy the characters. One of the things that threw me off a little bit in the book, but did not discourage my enjoyment was when scenes jumped a little bit. This was the only reason I left four stars instead of five. I loved the culture in the book as well as the mix of characters. I really felt as if I had been watching a movie, but I was reading the book. The pages flew and I was completely engaged in what was happening. You will not be disappointed when you pick up this book. I really look forward to the next book in this series.
JuliaAD More than 1 year ago
Margo goes home to help her dad after his heart attack. They have owned their costume shop, Disguise DeLimit, for many years and Margo feels right at home there. She puts together costumes for a birthday party for a wealthy man and he ends up murdered at the party. A woman Margo considers her mother is blamed for the murder. Margo decides that she needs to find out who really committed the murder because the police aren't looking at anyone else.
MasonCanyon More than 1 year ago
A costume and a mystery go together perfectly, especially in author Diane Vallere’s A DISGUISE TO DIE FOR, the first installment in her new Costume Shop Mystery series. Margo Tamblyn, a former magician’s assistant, returns home to Proper City, NV, to run her family’s costume shop, Disguise DeLimit. A detective-themed birthday party is a big event for the business. When Margo’s friend, Ebony Welles, becomes the prime suspect in a murder at the party, it’s time for Margo to become a detective. She’s determine to unmask the real killer and clear her friend’s name. The author has created a cast of characters that are likable, realistic and well-developed. The setting of a costume shop is perfect for intrigue. The story is fast-pace keeping you guessing until the end. A touch of humor is blended throughout to lighten this delightful story while keeping you in suspense. Several tasty recipes and costume ideas are included for an added bonus. A DISGUISE TO DIE FOR is a great start to a fascinating new series. Playing dress-up with costumes takes on a whole new experience with Vallere in charge. FTC Full Disclosure – A copy of this book was sent to me by the publisher in hopes I would review it. However, receiving the complimentary copy did not influence my review. The thoughts are completely my own and given honestly and freely.
Dollycas More than 1 year ago
Dollycas’s Thoughts Disguise is the limit!! This is a soaring debut! Margo Tamblyn had a very interesting upbringing. She lost her mother at birth and grew up with her father running their costume shop, Disguise DeLimit. From an early age and still today Margo wears costumes or parts of costumes as her everyday attire. She marches to her own drummer and is stronger than she knows. She has been working in Las Vegas as a magician’s assistant, but after her father suffers a heart attack she quickly finds a replacement and comes home. She wants to look after her father but knows she has to keep the store open. She is unsure about her father’s finances but is sure his recent trip to the hospital left him with some bills to pay. When Blitz Manners enters the store demanding she pull together 40 costumes for his birthday party as soon as possible she is thrilled to do so. It is a detective-themed party so she starts putting costumes together for Sherlock Holmes, Kojak, Trixie Belden, Nancy Drew and more. What she wasn’t expecting was the birthday boy to end up dead before the end of the party and her party planning friend Ebony to be accused of his murder. Margo decides she needs to actually become a detective, not just look like she plays one on t.v. Her friend needs her help and she is going to find the real killer. What a great story!! I have been looking forward to this book since I first saw the cover. Disguise DeLimit is quite a store with every costume imaginable and if they don’t have what you want they will custom make it for you. I really like Margo but her father is great person too. He has kept this shop going through thick and thin. His favorite part is traveling to find new costumes for the store. That part has taken a back seat since Margo moved away but he does take a very interesting trip in this book. Ebony, who has a dog named Ivory, that is him on the cover, helped raise Margo and is a mother figure to her. She is a very unique individual with a huge heart. We also meet Tak Hoshiyama but you have to read about him yourself, he starts out as a bit of a mystery and I don’t want to spoil that. The plot and subplots are excellent. The mystery is kind of a closed room mystery but there are so many suspects and they are all in costume so figuring out the real culprit is no easy task. It came together for me after Margo figured it out. There were so many twists and diversions but it all came together perfectly. I was just not puzzling things out well at all :) There is a Special Preview of the next book in the series, Masking For Trouble, coming in October and great costume ideas and recipes in the back of the book too! If you are looking for something fun to read this is a perfect choice!
CozyUpWithKathy More than 1 year ago
a wonderful new world inhabited by quirky characters with substance A DISGUISE TO DIE FOR by Diane Vallere The First Costume Shop Mystery Margo Tamblyn, upon hearing of her dad's recent heart attack, has returned home to Proper, Nevada to take care of her father and the family costume shop while he recovers. She'll have some help from Ebony, who's been a mom to her, and Kirby, the high school store employee, but will that be enough? Dealing with her grumpy dad is one thing, but dealing with the town's spoiled rich kid is another. Blitz Manners (really a spoiled adult) comes to the store flashing money and unreasonable time frames for a themed birthday party. When said rich kid is found dead at his own party with Ebony standing over his body with a knife, Margo gets thrust into the investigation. Margo will do whatever it takes to prove Ebony's innocence. Can she trust the mysterious Tak Hoshiyama? Will she be able to tie things up and get back to her job is Las Vegas? A DISGUISE TO DIE FOR is filled with some of the most unique characters in cozies today. Margo dresses in costumes. Not for special occasions, every day. Ebony generally wears clothing from the 1970s. Margo's dad is probably the most main stream character, and he heads out with a buddie to scope out alien costumes from a man in Area 51! These not so average characters bring vibrancy and life to this new series. Despite the quirkiness, perhaps, in part because of it, the characters are very real. They've faced some difficult challenges and vow to view the world in their own way. A DISGUISE TO DIE FOR is a book about disguise, not just what the victim and killer were wearing, or indeed the costume shop itself. But just about every character is wearing a mask, if not a straight up costume. The trick is finding the real person behind the facade. Diane Vallere has created a wonderful new world inhabited by quirky characters with substance. There is meaning in her mystery; a fun facade covers some series subjects and I can't wait to uncover more layers. Recipes and Costume Tips included. FTC Disclosure – The publisher sent me a copy of this book in the hopes I would review it.
CozyMysteryBookReviews4U More than 1 year ago
OMG !!!! I could not wait to finish this book......so that I could tell you about it !!! This book was blow me out of the water, shoot me to the moon and back AWESOME !!! A Disguise to Die For is the first book in the new Costume Shop Mystery series by Diane Vallere and WOW does she know how to get the party started !!! 5 stars is not enough, 10 stars doesn't even do it.... Not only was there a murder which we all read cozy mysteries for, there was also the small town enviroment, there was even a dog and cat but what made it so fun to read was the shop it was centered around and the main character Margo. Margo grew up in the costume shop, Disguise DeLimit, which is owned by her father. Her mother died while giving birth to her so she was raised by her father and a long-time family friend, Ebony. So when Ebony is standing over the body of a spoiled rich kid holding a knife, Margo jumps into gear to try to save Ebony and her innocence. But Margo doesn't know how much time she has, she is only back in town temporarily to help her dad. As Margo starts looking in the case she finds out not everything is as it seems in this little town of Proper City. She doesn't know who she can trust or believe. As she finds clues and talks to people, she doesn't know where to turn or who to turn to. You will LOVE this book. Margo is such a fun character, growing up in a costume store has made it hard for her to find her own identity so she dresses in costume every day and becomes the character. She plays dress up every day.....how cool is that ?? Also she took a leave of absence from her job in Vegas as a magician's assistant, she drives a scooter and owns a cat. I usually don't read whats coming next at the end of the books. But with this book I broke that rule. I read the first couple pages of Book 2 in this series, Masking For Trouble and I am hooked !!! I cannot wait for Masking For Trouble's release to see what is in store for Margo....
chefdt More than 1 year ago
A Disguise To Die For is the first book in the A Costume Shop Mystery series. An enjoyable new series and an easy read with enjoyable characters. Margo Tamblyn has returned to Proper City to help manage her father's costume shop, while he recovers from a recent heart attack. One day, just before closing, Blitz Manners, a spoiled little rich kid who thinks money can buy anything, comes and wants Margo to put together costumes for a birthday party he is giving himself and also wants Ebony, a friend of the family and owner of Shindig a party planning company, to handle the food. For this he throws down $20,000 and won't take no for an answer. On the night of the party, Margo is helping Ebony with the food and as she returns to the kitchen, she finds Ebony standing there holding a knife, screaming, and the lifeless body of Blitz on the floor. Of course Ebony becomes a prime suspect, but Margo feels sure that she is innocent and that someone is trying to frame Ebony. But when Ebony suddenly gets in her car and heads out of town, Margo begins to wonder, especially when she finds an envelope with bloodstains on and inside $20,000. But with the help of Kirby, her part-time employee, she is able to continue searching for the killer. The book has a group of fun characters who are very believable and I am looking forward to learning more about them and watching them interact with each other. Looking forward to the next book in the series.
LisaKsBooksReviews More than 1 year ago
There is no disguising the fact that author Diane Vallere has penned a winner of a mystery! I was introduced to Diane Vallere’s writing through her Material Witness Mystery series. I really enjoy the flow of that series, so I was delighted when I heard about her new costume Shop Mysteries. She didn’t disappoint. It was a lot of fun getting to know series lead, Margo Tamblyn, and the other characters in A DISGUISE TO DIE FOR. I found the costume shop, Disguise DeLimit to be a unique setting, and I can see where it will lend itself to many entertaining books to come. And you’ll love the way Margo dresses! A cleverly written whodunit, I read this book very quickly. I didn’t want to put it done until I had all the answers. I never would have guessed the culprit in this one. Very well done. If you’re looking to start a new series, pick up A DISGUSIE TO DIE FOR. And if this will be your first book by author Vallere, I recommend you also pick up her books, SUEDE TO REST and CRUSHED VELVET, the first to books in her Material Witness Mystery series. Fun recipes, mystery costume ideas, and the excerpt for MASKING FOR TROUBLE, book two in the Costume Shop Mysteries, can all be found at the back of the book!
RobynKFLNJ More than 1 year ago
Margo Tamblyn is a magician's assistant in Las Vegas Nevada. After her father had a heart attack, Margo took a temporary leave of absence and returned to her home town of Proper City, Nevada to take care of her dad and help him run their family's costume shop Disguise DeLimit. She and her father get a huge order on costumes for a detective themed birthday party for a wealthy client. When a murder happens at the party and someone close to Margo is accused, she does everything she can to make sure the real murderer is found. This story is a first in a new series. It kept me on the edge of my seat and I couldn't put this book down! Diane Vallere is a wonderful author and I can't wait for the next book in this series. This book is a must read!