A Justified Bitch: A Las Vegas Mystery

A Justified Bitch: A Las Vegas Mystery

by H.G. McKinnis

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A Justified Bitch: A Las Vegas Mystery by H.G. McKinnis

It takes a guilty bastard to make a justified bitch.

When a severed finger shows up on her doorstep in a seedy section of Las Vegas, Helen Taylor does not freak out. She’s already crazy, as evidenced by her junk-stuffed house and its ever-growing population of cats. There’s also Bobby, her long-dead husband. Helen talks to him regularly, and Bobby talks back.

The finger and the brutal murder it reveals are more than a hoarding cat lady with a phantom husband can ignore. Helen’s a suspect, and she ends up in jail. Summoned by the detective on the case, Helen’s sister Pat arrives from Phoenix with two teen-age boys in tow.

While Helen is AWOL from a mental facility, another gruesome murder is discovered. Pat, the boys, and the detective struggle to separate fact from insanity, but it takes power beyond the ordinary to bring the truth to light.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780997236958
Publisher: Imbrifex Books
Publication date: 08/08/2017
Pages: 311
Sales rank: 1,236,912
Product dimensions: 5.50(w) x 8.40(h) x 0.90(d)
Age Range: 15 Years

About the Author

A life-long resident of Las Vegas and alumna of the University of Nevada, H.G. McKinnis knows her city as only a local can. By night, she fluffs feathers and attaches rhinestones to the exotic wardrobes of the most glamorous venues on the strip, by day McKinnis writes about the often hardscrabble lives of her fellow desert denizens and the unlikely city they inhabit. A Justified Bitch, a twisted tale of insanity, murder, and redemption, is her first novel.

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Chapter One

Friday, July 2

The Las Vegas heat shimmered off the patched asphalt, giving an opaque and eerie quality to the air. Sitting on her porch, Helen stared into the afternoon sky, rocking and humming quietly. The corner lot gave her an exceptional view of the neighborhood. Through the wire-enclosed backyards, she had an unobstructed view of the cluttered expanse all the way to the next corner. In the opposite direction, long-abandoned treasures lay baking in the sun: old cars, worn-out furniture, and less defined objects—maybe toys, maybe tools—all of them showing signs of exposure to the harsh desert environment. Across the street, beyond a car tagged with an orange tow-away sticker, she tried to decipher the hieroglyphics of the new graffiti spray-painted across the front of the Sanchez house. No message there.

A bike jump had been set up behind the car, and two teenagers wearing nothing but cargo shorts were practicing kamikaze acrobatics on their skateboards. One kid, a short Latino with tattoos on both arms, flew off the ramp and landed on the sidewalk, pumping his fist in the air and laughing in triumph. No message there.

Next door, Lupe and Fuzzball were howling, the sound rising and falling with unceasing monotony. Not a message she wanted to hear.

Bobby plopped down beside her, wearing the same shorts,T-shirt, and hiking boots he had been wearing ten years earlier when he stepped off a sixty-foot cliff in the Ruby Mountains. Helen glanced toward Bebe’s house, afraid she had seen something horrific, but not sure. It could have been another hallucination, or a late-morning dream. “What do you think?”

Squinting, Bobby craned his neck toward the back fence, a sagging chain-link. Don’t really know.

From the corner of the yard, Stripes crept toward them. Wary, the cat crouched in the brown grass, ears up, pupils wide, something in her mouth. Her green eyes focused on Helen, as if trying to communicate telepathically. Connection made, she crept forward, her coloring a perfect match for the dry grass, her prize poking out the side of her mouth like a mini cigar, then she zipped forward and deposited her gift at Helen’s feet.

Helen stared at the offering, a woman’s finger, the fingernail sporting a French manicure with a tiny fake diamond at the tip. The opposite end looked as if it had been snipped off with pruning shears, the white of the bone even with the flesh. “How about that? Bebe must have lost her press-on finger.”

Bobby gave a disgusted snort. She wears press-on nails, not press-on fingers. Looks like she cut it off.

Helen’s stomach knotted in sympathy. “Why would she do that?”

The baying from the next yard took on a mechanical quality,then quickly mutated into the familiar sound of emergency vehicles. When a squad of police cars screeched to a halt in front of Bebe’s house, Helen realized she hadn’t imagined things—the flashing lights proved that.

Uniforms slammed out of the cars, swarming around the house like well-armed ants. A large uniform, consisting of khaki pants and a matching shirt, banged his fist against the door. “Metro! Open up!” When no one answered, the man waved another uniform forward.

Helen wondered if it would be worthwhile to sell used uniforms in her booth. The police sure seemed to need a lot of them.

The new man hoisted a hand-held battering ram, and at some unseen signal smashed open the door. A gang of uniforms raced inside, their voices echoing back through the opening.

“Watch it!”

“Christ Almighty!”

“It’s a damn slaughterhouse.”

“Don’t step on anything!”

“Check the hall!”

“Holy shit, wait for Crime Scene! Wait for Crime Scene!”

“Back out, goddamnit!”

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From the Publisher

“In this brilliant tale of mental illness, murder, and families ties, H.G. McKinnis captures life on the side of Las Vegas tourists seldom see and throws light on the often misunderstood phenomenon of hoarding. Suspenseful, funny, moving, and inspiring, A Justified Bitch is well-crafted and engaging from beginning to end.”

—Megan Edwards, author of "Getting off on Frank Sinatra"

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A Justified Bitch: A Las Vegas Mystery 4.3 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 4 reviews.
Reader_Views More than 1 year ago
Reviewed by Anna Riley for Reader Views (10/17) As in the words of the Talking Heads, “Psycho killer, Qu’est-ce que c’est?” author H.G. McKinnis captures readers in her debut novel, “A Justified Bitch” with quirky Helen Taylor. Helen speaks to her dead husband, has lots of cats, and sells “antiques” at a jockey lot, looking like a straight-out demented serial killer. When murder erupts in Helen’s sordid neighborhood the only question is did she do it? McKinnis does a clever job of combing wit, suspense, charm, and family trials delivering a fast paced read with heart. Readers follow along like a fly on the wall as Helen, Cleo, and Detective Madison deal with obstacles as they occur after one of crazy Helen’s cats brings her neighbors severed finger to her doorstep. The whole book is a thrill ride that will tug at your heart strings. The entire time I felt entranced with Helen’s wit and ease of being completely comfortable with talking to her dead husband on the streets, and with those she met. Even more so I loved how her new friends played along like they could see him as well. Who knows maybe Bobby was really there? I also loved how Helen viewed people, for instance, “her new friend who looked like a green M&M.” Every character has depth and personality, even the minor characters in the book, which causes readers to become attached to each one. I was guessing till the end whether or not Helen did it, and she was as well! “A Justified Bitch” by H.G. McKinnis is great for teens, adults, and anyone who wants a great read on a lazy Sunday afternoon. It’s also great for those who love to solve the mystery before the book ends. It took a different twist than I expected, so good luck to you sleuths out there! I also learned a new perspective on mental health in this book. Crazy isn’t always as it seems. I really enjoyed this story and would love to hear from Helen and her family again, and see where their life has taken them.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
A Justified Bitch is an amusing and funny mystery novel. It reminded me of some of the funnier and unique work by Janet Evanovich. The book contains a bit of everything that you would expect in a well-written novel; and some ingredients that you might not predict. I am familiar with the Las Vegas, where this takes place. However, until reading A Justified Bitch I was not cognizant of the subtle mental care aspects of Sin City. The writer has given us a different and interesting take on the genre, one that is most welcome. I suggest that you buy a copy today and get ready for a fun day at the beach or wherever it is that you read.
Tovo More than 1 year ago
It's a rare occasion that you come across an author with a style that flows so easily that you can't put the book down. Happily, this was one of those occasions! I found it very hard to put this book down and read well into the night - way past my bedtime! The story gets you in from the start and keeps a hold of you until the end. The characters are likeable, the storyline solid, humorous and interesting and the author keeps you guessing until they deliver a satisfying ending. A great read, highly recommended.
FloridaElle More than 1 year ago
This is a fantastic read involving mental health, love, acceptance and compassion. This book is enjoyable on many levels and I recommend it to those who love mysteries with happy endings. Sometimes the years between generations is insignificant when people have love and acceptance.