Doppelgangster (Esther Diamond Series #2)

Doppelgangster (Esther Diamond Series #2)

by Laura Resnick

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ISBN-13: 9781101159798
Publisher: DAW
Publication date: 01/05/2010
Series: Esther Diamond Novel , #2
Sold by: Penguin Group
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 400
Sales rank: 214,302
File size: 384 KB
Age Range: 18 - 17 Years

About the Author

Laura Resnick was born in Chicago, and when she was a teenager her family moved to Cincinnati, Ohio. Growing up in a family of writers, daughter of SF writer Mike Resnick, she never thought she would end up in a writing career, herself. A cum laude  graduate of Georgetown University, where she studied languages and linguistics. Laura can speak French and Italian. After college, she moved overseas for a few years, where she studed acting at London Webber Douglas Academy of Dramatic Art. Laura Resnick can be found at

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"You and me, honey, we should go out sometime."

"I'm flattered." I placed the dinner check on the table and hoped my answer wouldn't affect the size of my tip. "But I can't."

Chubby Charlie Chiccante, a 300-pound capo in the Gambello family, squinted at me as he reached for his wallet. "I'll show you a good time," he promised. "Let me tell you something. In the sack, I'm fuckin' spectacular. Ask anyone."

I said loudly over my shoulder to Lucky Battistuzzi, who ate here at Bella Stella almost every night, "Lucky, is Charlie spectacular in bed?"

Lucky nodded his grizzled head. "The earth moved for me."

Four male acquaintances of Charlie's sitting at a nearby table heard this and guffawed. A predictable round of jokes ensued. I knew from staff gossip that those four guys weren't Gambellos, they were soldiers in the Buonarotti family. It would be exaggerating to say the Buonarottis were on cordial terms with the Gambellos, but there was enough absence of animosity between the families that Buonarotti wiseguys could dine at Bella Stella, a stronghold of the Gambellos, without bloodshed. Well, as long as they didn't irritate any Gambello soldiers.

Whereas Corvino wiseguys knew better than to come near Stella's. As Lopez had pointed out to me, there was a lot of bad blood between those two families.

Chubby Charlie rolled his small eyes at the crude jokes the Buonarottis were making, then pulled a red silk handkerchief out of the breast pocket of his suit and patted his shiny face with it. Like Lucky, he was a regular at Stella's. And Charlie, who was in his late fifties, was notorious among the staff; he always ate two full entrees, sweated while he ate, and propositioned his waitress.

Whether Charlie tipped well depended on whether he liked your voice. He always wanted a song with his dinner. If he enjoyed the performance, he left a generous tip. If he didn't, he stiffed you. And no server at Stella's chose to argue about this with a man who was rumored to have killed at least seven people (mostly members of the Corvino crime family). Tonight, he had demanded to be seated in my section, and he'd requested a rendition of That's Amore. As always, I'd sung to the accompaniment of our accordion-playing bartender.

Now, as Charlie stuffed his red handkerchief back into his breast pocket, he said to me, "So why won't you go out with me? You got a fuckin' boyfriend?"

Lucky put down the newspaper he'd been reading after finishing his dinner and said to Charlie, "Hey, watch your language, paesano. You're speaking to a lady."

I smiled at him. Alberto "Lucky Bastard" Battistuzzi had acquired his nickname due to surviving two attempts on his life as a young man, both times because an attacker's gun jammed. He had spent almost forty years as a hit man for the Gambellos, but he was reputedly retired now. Or semi-retired. He'd once quoted another "Lucky" wiseguy to me, the famous Charles Luciano, saying the only way out of his business was "in a box." According to kitchen gossip, he had probably killed more people than anyone else who ate at Stella's. But despite his profession, he always behaved like a gentlemen to me.

"Hey, I'm just askin' her out," Chubby Charlie protested. "What's your fuckin' problem?"

"You know want to know what my problem is?" Lucky retorted.

"Yeah, I want to know what your fuckin' problem is," Charlie riposted.

"You're asking what my problem is?"

"Yeah, I'm askin' your fuckin' problem."

"I ain't the one with the problem," Lucky said.



"So who's the one with the fuckin' problem?" Charlie bristled. "Huh? Come on, wise ass! Tell me!"

I'd worked long enough at Bella Stella to know that this was typical dinner-table talk among wiseguys, so I just accepted the cash for his dinner that Charlie handed me while arguing with Lucky, and I interrupted only to ask him if he wanted change. When he said no, I gave him a big smile and tucked a flapping edge of his bright red handkerchief more securely into his breast pocket; he had tipped me very well. I must have been in good voice that evening.

"You'll be the one with the problem," Lucky advised him, "if you don't show some respect. Esther's dating a cop."

Chubby Charlie went rigid and looked at me with an appalled expression. "You date a cop?"

I nodded. I hadn't seen Lopez since he'd left my apartment that Sunday night nearly two weeks ago, and we'd only talked once briefly by phone since then. But we were planning to have another date after he got back from Long Island. Meanwhile, telling customers that I was dating a cop was a quick-fix solution to men like Charlie Chiccante.

"A cop?" Charlie repeated.

"A detective," I said helpfully.

Lucky said to him, "You want that a cop should hear you've been hitting on his girlfriend?"

"Jesus." Charlie looked at me as if I'd nearly given him a case of the clap. "Dates a fuckin' cop."

"And he's very possessive," I said. "Wouldn't like it if he found out you'd even flirted with me." I smiled at him again. "But I was flattered."

(Yes, I was hoping to encourage more good tips. I had bills to pay.)

Charlie's shiny face got quite pink as he heaved himself to his feet. He dropped his napkin on the floor and said, "I was just being charming, you know? Didn't mean nothin' by it. Wouldn't hit on a cop's girl."

"Of course not," I said.

He gave a big belch and patted his massive belly. "Oof! I'm stuffed! I think I fuckin' ate too much."

"Oh, really?" Lucky muttered.

Charlie said to me, "Tell Stella the pasta arrabbiata was fuckin' out of this world tonight." He brought his hand to his mouth to kiss his fingers in an eloquent gesture of appreciation, then fastened his suitcoat over his enormous stomach. The buttons looked strained. Charlie considered himself a snazzy dresser and often (misguidedly, in my opinion) called attention to his appearance. He dressed more formally than most wiseguys, almost always arriving at Bella Stella wearing a suit and matching accessories (socks, tie, and handkerchief).

After taking a satisfied glance in the mirror on the nearby wall, Charlie wished me goodnight and left the restaurant.

"What a schmuck," Lucky said.

"Thanks for stepping in," I said.

"I don't like guys who try to take advantage."

"Me, neither."

"When's your cop coming back, anyhow?"

"Friday." I had told Lucky that Lopez was out of town, though I hadn't said more than that. He was working this weekend (and so was I), so I wouldn't see him then, but I hoped we could get together soon. I was looking forward to that foot massage. Or maybe I'd feed him some ice cream again, only this time...

"Friday?" Lucky said. "You mean tomorrow?"

Startled out of a very private reverie, I nodded. "Yes."

Lucky said, "Well, good. It's about time. He's takin' a risk, leaving a pretty young woman unattended for so long."

I smiled and asked, "And how is it that you're still unattended, Lucky?" Like most wiseguys, Lucky had married and had children. But Mrs. Battistuzzi had died a few years ago, and Lucky never brought a date to dinner. "Do you like bachelorhood?"

He shrugged. "A man gets lonely."

"So you think you might settle down with someone again?" I asked as I started clearing Chubby Charlie's table.

"Well, actually..."

When I glanced at Lucky, he lowered his eyes. I thought he might be... blushing.

"Hey, Esther, I got that." Angelo, one of the bus boys, came over to Charlie's table and started clearing it. "Stella says it's slow tonight, you can leave early."

I nodded, then asked, "Lucky, can I get you anything else before I go?"

He waved me away. "Nah, I'm fine. Get out of here, kid."

"This fuckin' job," Angelo said. "Such bullshit."

Angelo Falcone was an aspiring young wiseguy. He had the social skills of a rabid squirrel, and he made sure the rest of us knew that working in a restaurant was way beneath him. When he wasn't bussing tables, he was doing everything he could to make himself useful to the Gambello family, in hopes of achieving a full-time career change. Since I didn't want to know anything about my co-worker's life of crime, I had told him, too, that I was dating a cop. (Though absent, Lopez sure was coming in handy lately.) And since Angelo wasn't very bright, I had to keep reminding him about my cop "boyfriend" to make him shut up.

Glad that Charlie had tipped me so well on such a slow night, I went into the staff room, took off my apron, clocked out, and divvied up the bartender's and bus boy's portions of my tips. Then I grabbed my sweater and purse, and I headed out of the restaurant. As soon as I was out on the street, where my cell phone got better reception, I checked my voice mail. I was hoping for a message from my agent telling me I had an audition. But no such luck. I snapped the phone shut and sighed.

"Did your date let you down?" said a voice behind me.

I turned to see Chubby Charlie approaching the restaurant. He was smiling flirtatiously (as he no doubt imagined it) at me.

Wondering why he was back, I said, "Did you forget something?"

"Yeah." He grinned. "I forgot to ask you out last time I was here, honey. You're one of Stella's girls, right?"

"Um, I'm one of the servers here, yes. But you did ask me—"

"I thought so! You're the one with the good voice, yeah? You sang Beyond the Sea last time I was here." He patted his heart. "Got me right here."

The gesture drew my unwilling attention to his chest. "Did your handkerchief fall out of your pocket?" Although I had tucked it in for him a few minutes ago, I saw that it was missing now.


"Your red handkerchief," I said.

"Hey, you remember it?" Looking pleased, he slapped the empty pocket. "I fuckin' lost it. Can you believe that? Probably some prick stole it."

"That was fast." I wondered who on this street would be reckless enough to pick the pocket of a Gambello killer.

"It matched this tie so great, too," he said sadly.

"Uh-huh." I tried to push past him. "Good night, Charlie."

"Hey, where you goin', cutie? I want to hear you sing tonight."

"Your memory's slipping, Charlie," I said. "I did sing tonight."

"Well, I ain't fuckin' been inside tonight yet, have I?" Then Charlie noticed my sweater and purse. "So you're leavin'? I guess I won't get to hear you sing tonight. Shit. Well, next time, huh? I'd fuckin' love to hear you do That's Amore. It's what I was gonna ask you to sing."

"But..." He had asked me to sing it. Tonight. Wondering if he was having some sort of mini-stroke, I asked, "Are you okay?"

"No! I'm starving to death! I got stuck in traffic. And now, I swear, I could eat the fuckin' table!"

"But you just ate—"

"Maybe you should join me," he said. "You look a little dizzy."

"I... I..."

"Got a date? Got a boyfriend? Got a fuckin' dental appointment? What?" he prodded.

"You asked about my boyfriend," I said, studying him for signs of a mental breakdown. "Do you remember?"

"Yeah, I asked two fuckin' seconds ago. What the fuck is the matter with you?"

"No, you asked earlier tonight," I said. "I'm dating a cop. A detective. Remember?"

Charlie fell back a step, an appalled expression on his face. "You date a cop?"


"A cop?"

Or maybe I was the one having a mental breakdown.

"Jesus." He shook his head and muttered, "Dates a fuckin' cop."

"We had this conversation," I said.

"When did we fuckin' have this conversation?"

"Fifteen minutes ago."

He squinted at me. "Does Stella know you’re doing drugs?"

"I'm not doing—"

"'Cuz she runs a clean place. If she finds out you're into that stuff, she'll can your ass. And I don't fuckin' blame her." He wagged a fat finger at me. "If you want a good job at a nice place like this, you should keep your fuckin' nose clean."

This was just what I needed: to be lectured by a foul-mouthed killer.

"I'm going inside now," Charlie said. "I'm fuckin' starving. I could kill for some pasta arrabbiata." At the door to Stella's, he paused and looked at me. "You're still a great singer, though. Even if you are all fucked up."

"Such a tribute," I muttered.

Lucky Battistuzzi exited the restaurant as Charlie entered it. When he saw me standing there, staring after Charlie with a frown, Lucky asked, "Was he bothering you again?"

"Not exactly. But I think something's wrong with him."

"Yeah, something's wrong with him. He's a schmuck."

"Besides that." I recounted the conversation to Lucky. "Isn't that strange?"

"Hmm. Like the evening was erased from his memory?"

"Yes," I said. "Including the massive dinner he just packed away."

"You'd think even a screwball like Charlie would remember that he just ate," Lucky said, shaking his head.

"Especially since he said just a few minutes ago that he was stuffed."

"He didn't even remember you singing?" Lucky asked.


"And he seemed to love that. You sounded great, by the way."

"Maybe he's having a mini-stroke?" I wondered if we should call a doctor before Chubby Charlie keeled over in the middle of Bella Stella.

"Maybe he was caught in a time warp or something," Lucky suggested.

I blinked. "You've been watching too much Sci-Fi Channel. I was thinking of something more prosaic. Could a myocardial infarction cause this behavior?"

"What kind of infection?"

"Um, a problem with his heart," I said. "So that maybe his brain isn't getting enough oxygen."

"You think something's wrong with his brain?" Lucky snorted. "I'd say that's a given."

"He's a hundred pounds overweight, and he packed away enough food at dinner to kill a wildebeest," I said. "I thought he looked a little red-faced when he left."

"Red-faced? Well, sure." Lucky shrugged. "He just found out he was makin' the moves on a cop's girlfriend."

"I'm wondering if his behavior is a warning sign." Chubby Charlie was a repulsive human being, but I'd nonetheless feel bad about just letting him drop dead tonight, maybe from a stroke or heart attack.

"Ah, Charlie's always been strange, kid. Moody. Forget it."


"Look, if you're worried about him," Lucky said, "why not come to church with me?"

"Because I'm Jewish."

"God don't care about that. You could light a candle and pray for Charlie's good health."

"I was thinking of doing something more practical than that," I said. "Like maybe warning Stella or calling a doctor."

"What makes you think lighting a candle ain't practical?"

"Spoken like a good Catholic."

Lucky put his face against the restaurant's window and peered inside. "Charlie's already sitting down and yacking at his waitress. Seems perfectly normal to me. Have a look, Esther."

Following his example, I spotted Chubby Charlie—just in time to see him pinch his waitress' bottom. "Perfectly normal," I agreed.

"See? No reason to worry."

"I don't know, Lucky. What could explain his behavior?"

"Maybe he was pulling your leg," Lucky suggested. "Havin' some fun with you."

"And eating dinner twice in a row tonight?" I said skeptically.

As we continued peering through the window, Charlie looked up and noticed us. He gave us the finger.

That's when I decided it wasn't my problem if he was having a major medical incident. Okay, so I'm not as compassionate and selfless as I could be.

Lucky scowled and stepped away from the window. "Stronzo," he muttered. "Is that any way to treat a young lady?"

I looked at Lucky. "I think you're right. He was pulling my leg. And his digestive system defies all norms of human physiology."

He nodded in agreement. "Okay, then, I'm heading to St. Monica's."

It was a church around the corner, between Mulberry and Mott Streets, that some of our customers frequented. "Evening Mass?" I asked.

"I might stay for that, depending."

"Depending on what?"

He lowered his head and shuffled his feet. I thought he might be... blushing again. "Well,"

"So if you don't go for Mass, what do you do there?"

"I light candles for all the dead guys I know. Especially the ones I liked. And, well, there's, um..."

"Have you lost many people?" I asked sympathetically.

"I didn't lose 'em, I whacked 'em." Lucky shrugged and added, "But the ones I liked, I'm sure they knew it was strictly business."

Since I couldn't think of any response to that, I said, "Well, goodnight, Lucky."

"You don't want to come with me? It's good for the soul."

"I want to go home. My feet hurt," I said truthfully.

"There's a weeping saint at my church," he coaxed. "Well, sometimes, anyhow."

"A weeping saint? Do you mean there's a good person crying at your church?"

"Was a good person. Long time ago. Now it's a statue. Saint Monica."

"A weeping Saint Monica? I thought it was the Madonna that always weeps."

"At our church, it's the saint." He shrugged. "It's still a miracle, y'know, either way."

"Little Italy is full of the strange and the wonderful." Thinking of Charlie again, I said, "Especially the strange."

"Well, maybe next time," Lucky said.

"Maybe next time," I agreed, realizing he was a little lonely.

As I walked toward the subway station, I opened my cell phone again and dialed my agent's phone number.

I needed an audition.

What People are Saying About This

From the Publisher

"Fans of Charlaine Harris's Sookie Stackhouse series will appreciate this series' lively heroine and the appealing combination of humor, mystery, and romance." —Library Journal (starred review)

“Gleeful, clever... [Resnick] spins a witty, fast-paced mystery around her convincingly self-absorbed chorus-girl heroine." —Publishers Weekly

"An amusing urban fantasy starring a wonderful heroine surrounded by a horde of eccentrics, one straight cop, and one interfering matchmaking mom. The jocular story line is filled with a fast-paced frenzy from the first magical mugging until the last as Esther proves once again to be a reader's best friend with her misadventures in Manhattan mystical mayhem." —Midwest Book Review

"Dopplegangster is a joy from start to finish, with a sexy hero, a smart heroine (Does Laura Resnick write any other kind?), a fascinating plot, and a troop of supporting characters both lovable and otherwise. It's a wonderful blend of comedy and surprising suspense. If you haven't met Esther Diamond yet, then you're missing out on a lot of fun." —Linda Howard, New York Times Bestselling author

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Doppelgangster (Esther Diamond Series #2) 4.3 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 29 reviews.
Wisdana More than 1 year ago
unfortunately, the first book in the series is out of print. But the second one reads well without reading the first one.
Patokagwp More than 1 year ago
I read her first book and loved it. The characters were believable - like who wants to be involved with fighting evil and trying to earn a living at the same time? This second book was just as good. A person needs to work to pay bills and live. And you take what you can get! This was well worth the money, an enjoyable read, no holier than thou pretensions. This is a welcome change from the cliched plot where the whole world revolves around the characters. This is where the characters does the necessary but aren't really thrilled about it. Wonderful, wonderful and a great way to escape one's own problems. Thank you Laura for realistic reactions to unreal situations!
harstan More than 1 year ago
New York actress Esther Diamond waits for her next gig, but brings in needed cash while resting between roles as a singing waitress at Bella Stella because the patrons when they are not killed are mobsters who everyone knows are the best tippers. As she shares Ben and Jerry with NYPD Irish-Cuban police detective Connor Lopez, the deceased gangsters suddenly return to life. Connor leads the investigations into the dead firing guns with real ammo. At the same Eastern Standard Time, Esther and her unwise in the way of street magic but a guru with magic-Magic, Max the Magician and his crime fighting companion Nelli the saliva canine queen at her side, also makes inquiries on a slightly different plane than the cops as a gang war from beyond threaten the streets of Manhattan. The sequel to Disappearing Nightly is an amusing urban fantasy starring a wonderful heroine surrounded by a horde of eccentrics, one straight cop, and one interfering matchmaking mom. The jocular story line is filled with a fast-paced frenzy from the first magical mugging until the last as Esther proves once again to be a reader's best friend with her misadventures in Manhattan mystical mayhem. Harriet Klausner
TheLibraryhag on LibraryThing 28 days ago
Esther is between acting jobs and working as a server at a notorious mobster restaurant (hey, wiseguys are good tippers). When Esther encounters the same wiseguy twice in one night, she is concerned because she knows she has seen him twice, but he does not. Things get complicated when the same wiseguy ends up dead at her table a few nights later. Then more duplicate mobsters start showing up. Looks like something only her good friend and wizard, Max, can handle. Drawn into the mystery despite herself and her cop almost boyfriend, Lopez, Esther is soon in over her head and if she is not careful she may find herself sleeping with the fishes.I just love this series. The mystery in this one is good. Esther and all the characters in the books are so much fun. You really have to let your grip on reality go for this series, but if you can do that you will have a great time. I love that Esther is just a human with no special powers, other than maybe being a disaster magnet.
lisapaul on LibraryThing 28 days ago
Chicklit fluff, but enjoyable enough as long as you're expecting a light read.
Squeex on LibraryThing 28 days ago
Esther Diamond is an actor between jobs, though she calls it resting. She finds out about a job at a restaurant she's used before as a fallback place of employment, a restaurant known to be visited by 'family' of the wiseguy persuasion. They love to hear Esther sing and she can crack wise with the best of them. The doppelgangers, aka doppelgangsters (love this), start appearing and causing havoc as well as murder. Esther needs to find out how they are appearing since she witnessed a hit and might be on the list next and she knows something magically hinky is going on.I love the characters in DOPPELGANGSTERS. The story is great, the mystery is intriguing, but the characters of Esther, Max the Magician, Alberto "Lucky Bastard" Battistuzzi, and Nelli, Max's familiar. I had fun reading the story especially when wiseguy speak was being utilized, translated and taught to Max. He is so literal and sort of out of touch and I kept snort laughing each time he was introduced to a new phrase. If you haven't read this series, please do yourself a hugely excellent favor and get this book! If you can find the first in the series, DISAPPEARING NIGHTLY (my review), read it, but it's not mandatory to do so to enjoy this fabulously smart and funny urban fantasy. Five because it's excellent and because it' Esther Diamond diamonds.....
dearheart on LibraryThing 28 days ago
Detective Lopez, who has just transferred to Organized Crime, isn¿t at all happy when Esther Diamond, the woman he¿s trying to date, goes to her fall back job as a singing waitress at an Italian restaurant the mob uses, when in between acting jobs. And his supervisor isn¿t at all thrilled when Esther is up close and personal at a mob hit that defies all logic.Esther and Lucky, a semi-retired hitman, had seen the victim¿s double and team up with Max, a sorcerer who fights evil in the New York area, to find the answers to the Doppelgangers being seen just before another member of a mob family is killed in impossible circumstances. They are doing their best to prevent an all-out mob war, but no one accepts the unbelievable until seeing their own double: a portent of their death by the end of the day. No, the detective isn¿t at all happy with the company Esther is keeping and the fact that they can¿t provide him with reasonable explanations.This second book in the paranormal mystery series has a strong, fun, chaotic feel to it for half of the book, similar to a grown-up Stephanie Plum story. The secondary characters are half the fun and the whodunit isn¿t obvious. Unlike most paranormals, the heroine doesn¿t have any magical abilities herself. The story does tend to drag for a portion of the book as it settles into research on doppelgangers and working out answers.The first book in the Esther Diamond series, Disappearing Nightly, was released over a decade ago and is no longer in print. Two more books are expected to follow.
readinggeek451 on LibraryThing 28 days ago
Esther Diamond is an out-of-work actress with a cop boyfriend and a job as a waitress in a Mafia hangout. One of her customers is killed in front of her in an impossible manner, after seeing his double. Soon other mobsters are first duplicated and then dead. Is someone trying to start a mob war? Who? And why? Not to mention how?Nicely twisty.
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silverjo More than 1 year ago
In Dopplegangster, Esther Diamond and friends are at it again. Her Off -Broadway show has closed and she is back working as a singing waitress at a restaurant where members of the mob hang out. Detective Lopez, her want to be boy friend, is afraid something bad will happen to her there and wants her to find another job. He is proven right when Charlie Chiccante is murdered right after telling Ester that he has just seen his doppio. A doppio is a perfect duplicate of a person and a sign of immediate death. When other doppelgangers start to show up Esther goes to her old friend Max for help and the fun begins.
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