Brandy Borne and her dramatically ditzy mother, Vivian, are stars of the new reality show, Antiques Sleuths. The season opens in a perfect location--a quaint old house echoing with the unsolved whispers of a 60-year-old axe murder. But when the show's producer meets a similarly grisly end, Brandy and Mother must chop around for clues, axe the right questions, and get the edge on a murderer's mysterious motives. Otherwise our sharp-witted sleuths may face cancellation--on the cutting room floor!
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A Trash 'n' Treasures Mystery
By Barbara Allan
KENSINGTON PUBLISHING CORP.Copyright © 2013Max Allan Collins and Barbara Collins
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Previously, in Antiques Knock-off ...
Idon't remember walking from the backyard, where I'd been working, to the front porch, to sit in the old rocker ... but I must have, because half an hour later I was still there, rocking listlessly, letting the cool fall breeze rustle my shoulder-length bleached-blond hair, when a huge silver Hummer pulled into the drive.
I wondered what kind of moron would own such a gas-guzzling monster these days, when my question was answered by the driver who jumped out.
My ex-husband, Roger.
What was he doing here, showing up unannounced, coming all the way from Chicago?
Wearing a navy jacket over a pale yellow shirt, and tan slacks, he hurried toward me, locks of his brown hair flying out of place, his normally placid features looking grim.
Immediately my adrenaline began to rush, and I flew down the porch steps to meet him, worried that something might have happened to our son.
"What is it?" I asked. "Jake?"
Out of breath, Roger asked, "Why haven't you answered your cell? I've called and called!"
Taken aback, I sputtered, "I ... I've been in the yard all morning and didn't have it with me—what's going on?"
"Is Jake here?"
His words came in a quavering burst. "I was afraid of that."
"Roger! Stop scaring me."
A deep sigh rose from his toes. "I think he's run away."
As confused as I was concerned, I asked, "Why would he do that? He seemed fine yesterday when I talked to him." Then I frowned, recalling what our conversation had been about. "Only, uh ..."
Roger gripped my arm. "Brandy, if you know something that might have motivated Jake taking off like this, you need to tell me now."
Removing his hand gently, I said, "Roger, you better come sit down. Of course, I'll tell you what I know...."
And turning, I led him toward the porch.
As we sat in matching rockers—like the married couple we'd be if I hadn't ruined everything—I told Roger of my recent discovery of my true parentage: that thirty years ago, my older sister Peggy Sue had conceived me with then-state representative Edward Clark, while she had been a summer intern on his campaign. And that the grandmother I still called "Mother" had raised me as her own.
Roger's shock morphed into irritation, his eyebrows trying to climb to his hairline. "And you thought this information should be shared in a phone call with an impressionable thirteen-year-old boy?"
I spread my hands. "There was no other way—with the senator's reelection campaign all over the news, my soap-opera parentage was going to be everywhere. I'm surprised you didn't hear about it."
He frowned, but his irritation had faded. "I've been away on business, pretty much constantly in meetings. When I got back, Jake was gone."
"Have you notified the police?"
Roger shook his head. "Hasn't been twenty-four hours yet. What a damn dumb rule! Don't they say that the more time that goes by, the colder the trail gets?"
I stiffened. "You don't think Jake has been kidnapped? Is that what you're saying?"
Roger certainly had the kind of money to warrant our son being that kind of target.
My ex leaned forward, rubbing his forehead. "No ... no ... I don't think there's much chance it's anything like that. There's been no phone call or note or any such thing."
"Then ... what do you think this is about?"
Roger took another deep breath. "Jake's been, well, a lot more of a handful than usual. Acting out at school and at home. All because lately he's been unhappy. He doesn't say so, but it's clear that's the problem. That's why I thought he might have come here. He's always been able to talk to you."
"What's he unhappy about, Roger?"
He shook his head. "Who knows what a boy of his age is thinking? School, friends, girls, he keeps it all inside. His grades are okay but his teachers complain about his attitude."
Suddenly I thought of someone who might know.
"I'm going to ask Mother when she last heard from Jake," I said, already on my feet. "You think he talks to me? He and his grandmother are thick as thieves, texting each other fast and furious."
Which she'd just mastered, after having a cell for five years.
He nodded his okay and I left my dejected ex on the porch while I headed inside.
Just under one minute later, I returned. "You should come in," I said, crooking a finger.
Roger followed me back in the house, and I led him into the dining room where Mother sat drinking a cup of coffee at the Duncan Phyfe table. She was wearing her favorite emerald-green pantsuit, her silver-gray hair neatly pinned in a bun, her magnified eyes behind the large glasses turned our way.
Next to her sat Jake.
He had on jeans and a gray sweatshirt with Chicago Bears logo, and held a can of Coke in one hand, while the other draped down, scratching the head of Rocky, the mixed-breed mutt (complete with black circle around one eye) that we had recently taken in.
Sushi—my blind, diabetic, brown-and-white shih tzu, the "child" I'd retained custody of after the divorce—sat a few feet away, her little mouth in a pout, apparently due to the attention Jake was giving the new-dog-on-the-block.
"Oh, hi, Dad," Jake said, layering on a matter-of-fact attitude that didn't fully mask his sheepishness.
For a moment Roger's anger trumped his relief, but only for a moment. Father ran to son, throwing his arms around the boy's shoulders, hugging him.
Roger quite naturally scolded Jake for disappearing; Jake just as naturally apologized to his father for scaring him; Mother came to the defense of her grandson; Rocky— a former police dog—growled at my ex for his threatening tone of voice; and Sushi started yapping, not to be left out. For a while, I was glad just to be an interested spectator.
But finally, to stop the commotion, I raised my voice. "Jake, how did you get here, anyway? And if you hitchhiked, please lie to me and say you took a bus."
The boy looked my way. "I really did take the bus. Then walked from downtown."
Mother said to me, "You were out back, dear, when he arrived, about forty minutes ago. You seemed to have a lot on your mind, and I didn't want to disturb you."
Before I could decide whether to shake her till her bridgework rattled or just kick her in the keister, Roger exploded, "Forty minutes!"
"Well, of course, that's an approximation...."
"And it didn't occur to you, Viv, to call me? You didn't think I'd be worried half to death?"
Mother lifted her eyebrows above the big glasses. "I would have gotten around to it, Roger dearest, but my immediate concern was that Jake was all right. Besides, talking to the boy, he indicates you've been away on business for several days, and called him only once."
"That isn't fair."
"Leaving him alone in that big house. Why, he might have had one of those wild rock 'n' roll parties you see in the movies! Dancing in his underpants and with nubile young things doing the boogaloo in bikinis around the backyard pool!"
"I wish," Jake said.
Roger's mouth was open, but words weren't coming out.
Leaning against the doorjamb, arms folded, I said quietly, "Let's not make a federal case out of it, Roger. Mother was dealing with things in her own inimitable fashion. Our son has been found, and he's fine."
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Antiques Chop is a Humorous Romp into Laughter Antiques Chop By: Barbara Allan Copyright: May 2013 Publisher: Kensington Books The quaint Midwestern town of Serenity is about to hit the small screen. Brandy Borne and her dramatically ditzy mother, Vivian, will be starring in Antique Sleuths, a reality TV show based on the duo's antiquarian adventures--and their troubling talent for solving deadly crimes. What better shooting set than a creepy old house, the site of a 60-year-old unsolved axe murder? The location is perfect until Bruce Spring, the show's producer, meets a fatal axe-ident, mortally mauled just like the home's previous owner. The first suspect on the chopping block seems typecast for the role of killer--he was found at the scene of the attack, clutching a stained axe. But as Brandy and Vivian chop around for clues, plenty of other suspects stick out their necks... It seems the show's cameraman clashed with Bruce--could he be the culprit? What about the acrimony between Andrew, the harried homeowner, and Bruce, whose dirt-digging documentary all but accused Andrew of the original unsolved crime? And who's driving that blood-red Toyota that keeps making unscripted cameo appearances? If Brandy and Vivian are going to get to the bottom of this mystery, they'll have to be extra careful not to wind up on the cutting room floor--in pieces! No matter how hard she tries, Brandy just can’t seem to divorce herself from her mother’s escapades. This time out even her son pleads with her to join in. It started out when her ex-husband Roger showed up looking for his runaway son, he was wealthy enough to worry that it might have been an abduction for ransom. Brandy explains to Roger that she’d spoken to Jake about her recently finding out who her real parents were and that Jake might be having a problem processing it. Jake just needed to talk to his grandmother and came to visit without benefit of his father’s permission. So Jake gets to stay for a few days, and Vivian drags the two of them into a new scheme… a reality tv show about Antiques and the buying and selling of them. Murder happens, possible revenge, possible long held hatred and much more… Ya gotta read the book to find out the rest of the story. I love the series, especially where Brandy and Vivian are posting possible chapters for their next book. This is a series that will have you rolling in your seat, falling down laughing. FTC Full Disclosure: I received this ARC from the publisher who requested a fair and impartial review.
It was with great pleasure that I dug into the latest Trash 'n' Treasures mystery, and after having missed the previous three books, I was relieved to discover that the authors have used Antiques Chop as a jumping-on point for new readers. Right off the bat we are greeted with a list of characters and their role in the series, the plotlines of which have grown considerably over the course of three books. The trade-off appears to be that rather than continuing the trend of redefining the lives of amateur detectives Brandy and Vivian Borne, Antiques Chop is a self-contained story wherein the status quo as it exists now is given extra attention. This is not detrimental, fortunately, as the story itself is strong along with an added emphasis on the series' supporting players, which I imagine was initially a means of introducing them to new readers, but winds up being an enjoyable character study thanks to the cogent writing. Add to this the interaction between Brandy and Vivian, not only as it exists in the context of the story but in their roles as competing narrators, and Antiques Chop the ability to instill within us the feeling of visiting old friends. The authors, now seven books into the series, have created a beautiful community in their fictional Serenity, Iowa that comes alive as vividly as your own hometown, rich with colourful characters that propel the story at a brisk pace. The writers are deftly capable of putting together an effectively casual cozy mystery, a mix of suspense and humour balanced in such a way that you'll find yourself smiling at the light-hearted absurdity of the Bornes without losing sight of the fact that, at face value,this is a story of an axe murder investigation. Antiques Chop is tremendous fun, and well worth a read.
All Barbara Allen trash and treasure books are fun to read. read all to date
“Chop, Chop—Who’s There??” I’m so glad to wander back to Serenity, Iowa and be re-acquainted with Brandy Borne and her super-sleuthing Mother/Grandmother Vivian. (Oops! Can’t leave out Brandy’s beloved blind Shih Tzu, Sushi!) The Author provides us with some history of a murder which happened locally in the 1950’s and was the theme of a documentary, much to some dismay. Brandy always has a lot “on her plate”, thanks to Viv’s never-ending adventures, so when ex-husband, Roger arrives frantic and frazzled looking for their 13 yr. old son, Jake, who has run away, Brandy panics as well. She discovers their son nonchalantly chatting with Grandma in the dining room. Roger agrees to let Jake stay for a week—provided there is no sleuthing! We all know this is like asking the sun not to rise! So when a renowned producer approaches Vivian and Brandy about being the hosts of a reality show, Jake sides with Grandma and Brandy reluctantly agrees, knowing she has to keep an eye on both of them. The first item on the list (besides the name for the show—“Antiques Sleuths”) is to find a prime location—and “The Murder House” seems to be an ideal fit. Vivian talks old friends into letting them use it and all seems to be going well—until…. You guessed it—a horrific murder occurs there, springing Vivian into her sleuthing action with Brandy by her side. Vivian never ceases to amaze me with her antics, and you’ll love the passage where she’s hypnotized! The Author has gifted us with another easy, enjoyable cozy and I want to extend my thanks for two items that have also been included—a list of characters and a map of Serenity, both great additions. I recommend you add this to your TBR list and I’m already looking forward to going back to Serenity in the future. Nancy Narma
The book was enjoyable but the notes to each other and the editor were over the top. They became irritating and were a large part of the book. I enjoyed reading the rest of the book.
The grandmother was an annoying busy body. The writing style was confusing with everyone from the granny to the kid writing. There were so many author's notes and they distracted me from the story.