Slayer In A Gray Toupee
Rumpled 1950's sleuth, Axel Hatchett, is summoned to the Flinders Manor to prevent the crime of a millionaire's murder. After a fierce blizzard knocks out the power and closes the roads, Hatchett is trapped in the cozy but deadly candle-lit mansion with an eccentric and sometimes comic array of terrified guests and servants.
Axe is determined to solve the mystery, but his only clue is a sinister gray toupee. After spending a couple of nights dodging arrows, finding threatening notes delivered by dagger-point, and hearing disembodied banshee screams, he decides he's up against a well-armed lunatic, or two in this humorous noir novel.
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Rumpled 1950's shamus Axel Hatchett still gets nightmares over his case of the Slayer In A Gray Toupee, the third novel in his Axel Hatchett Mystery series. Here's what he says about it.
"I've been afraid of bald guys and snowstorms ever since I worked this case. Think of it, I was trapped in an old mansion in the middle of a storm that knocked out the electricity and froze the water pipes. My fellow inmates were a bunch of scared servants and eccentric guests, one of whom I had reason to believe was set on murder. The only clue to the impending crime I feared would take place was a cheap toupee sent with a threatening note sent to the Flinders Manor's owner.
"Even though the old cook working in Flinders Mansion was as good as they get-she had a cozy little kitchen about twice the size of the former motel cottage I live in--being trapped in the dark with a crazed killer kind of took away my appetite. Good thing I still liked my cigars. My host kept his humidor stocked with swell Cubans. They burned like a dream and helped light my way.
"After passing a couple of nights dodging arrows, finding death notes with daggers stuck to them, and listening to disembodied banshee screams, my naturally sweet nature began to fray at the edges. I needed to find whoever it was who was wanting to kill my host before the murder could occur. And I was beginning to worry about my own neck.
"I had plenty of suspects, including a smooth-talking butler, an ex-cop who'd been thrown off the force, and a none-too-humorous guy who went around dressed in a court jester's costume. Talk about creepy company! I was able to track down my client's would-be assassin, but not before somebody else became a corpse. Boy was I glad when the snowstorm ended and I could go home."
Keep warm, Axe, and keep the lights on.
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Axe is determined to solve the mystery, but his only clue is a sinister gray toupee. After spending a couple of nights dodging arrows, finding threatening notes delivered by dagger-point, and hearing disembodied banshee screams, he decides he's up against a well-armed lunatic, or two in this humorous noir novel.
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Rumpled 1950's shamus Axel Hatchett still gets nightmares over his case of the Slayer In A Gray Toupee, the third novel in his Axel Hatchett Mystery series. Here's what he says about it.
"I've been afraid of bald guys and snowstorms ever since I worked this case. Think of it, I was trapped in an old mansion in the middle of a storm that knocked out the electricity and froze the water pipes. My fellow inmates were a bunch of scared servants and eccentric guests, one of whom I had reason to believe was set on murder. The only clue to the impending crime I feared would take place was a cheap toupee sent with a threatening note sent to the Flinders Manor's owner.
"Even though the old cook working in Flinders Mansion was as good as they get-she had a cozy little kitchen about twice the size of the former motel cottage I live in--being trapped in the dark with a crazed killer kind of took away my appetite. Good thing I still liked my cigars. My host kept his humidor stocked with swell Cubans. They burned like a dream and helped light my way.
"After passing a couple of nights dodging arrows, finding death notes with daggers stuck to them, and listening to disembodied banshee screams, my naturally sweet nature began to fray at the edges. I needed to find whoever it was who was wanting to kill my host before the murder could occur. And I was beginning to worry about my own neck.
"I had plenty of suspects, including a smooth-talking butler, an ex-cop who'd been thrown off the force, and a none-too-humorous guy who went around dressed in a court jester's costume. Talk about creepy company! I was able to track down my client's would-be assassin, but not before somebody else became a corpse. Boy was I glad when the snowstorm ended and I could go home."
Keep warm, Axe, and keep the lights on.
Slayer In A Gray Toupee
Rumpled 1950's sleuth, Axel Hatchett, is summoned to the Flinders Manor to prevent the crime of a millionaire's murder. After a fierce blizzard knocks out the power and closes the roads, Hatchett is trapped in the cozy but deadly candle-lit mansion with an eccentric and sometimes comic array of terrified guests and servants.
Axe is determined to solve the mystery, but his only clue is a sinister gray toupee. After spending a couple of nights dodging arrows, finding threatening notes delivered by dagger-point, and hearing disembodied banshee screams, he decides he's up against a well-armed lunatic, or two in this humorous noir novel.
__________
Rumpled 1950's shamus Axel Hatchett still gets nightmares over his case of the Slayer In A Gray Toupee, the third novel in his Axel Hatchett Mystery series. Here's what he says about it.
"I've been afraid of bald guys and snowstorms ever since I worked this case. Think of it, I was trapped in an old mansion in the middle of a storm that knocked out the electricity and froze the water pipes. My fellow inmates were a bunch of scared servants and eccentric guests, one of whom I had reason to believe was set on murder. The only clue to the impending crime I feared would take place was a cheap toupee sent with a threatening note sent to the Flinders Manor's owner.
"Even though the old cook working in Flinders Mansion was as good as they get-she had a cozy little kitchen about twice the size of the former motel cottage I live in--being trapped in the dark with a crazed killer kind of took away my appetite. Good thing I still liked my cigars. My host kept his humidor stocked with swell Cubans. They burned like a dream and helped light my way.
"After passing a couple of nights dodging arrows, finding death notes with daggers stuck to them, and listening to disembodied banshee screams, my naturally sweet nature began to fray at the edges. I needed to find whoever it was who was wanting to kill my host before the murder could occur. And I was beginning to worry about my own neck.
"I had plenty of suspects, including a smooth-talking butler, an ex-cop who'd been thrown off the force, and a none-too-humorous guy who went around dressed in a court jester's costume. Talk about creepy company! I was able to track down my client's would-be assassin, but not before somebody else became a corpse. Boy was I glad when the snowstorm ended and I could go home."
Keep warm, Axe, and keep the lights on.
Axe is determined to solve the mystery, but his only clue is a sinister gray toupee. After spending a couple of nights dodging arrows, finding threatening notes delivered by dagger-point, and hearing disembodied banshee screams, he decides he's up against a well-armed lunatic, or two in this humorous noir novel.
__________
Rumpled 1950's shamus Axel Hatchett still gets nightmares over his case of the Slayer In A Gray Toupee, the third novel in his Axel Hatchett Mystery series. Here's what he says about it.
"I've been afraid of bald guys and snowstorms ever since I worked this case. Think of it, I was trapped in an old mansion in the middle of a storm that knocked out the electricity and froze the water pipes. My fellow inmates were a bunch of scared servants and eccentric guests, one of whom I had reason to believe was set on murder. The only clue to the impending crime I feared would take place was a cheap toupee sent with a threatening note sent to the Flinders Manor's owner.
"Even though the old cook working in Flinders Mansion was as good as they get-she had a cozy little kitchen about twice the size of the former motel cottage I live in--being trapped in the dark with a crazed killer kind of took away my appetite. Good thing I still liked my cigars. My host kept his humidor stocked with swell Cubans. They burned like a dream and helped light my way.
"After passing a couple of nights dodging arrows, finding death notes with daggers stuck to them, and listening to disembodied banshee screams, my naturally sweet nature began to fray at the edges. I needed to find whoever it was who was wanting to kill my host before the murder could occur. And I was beginning to worry about my own neck.
"I had plenty of suspects, including a smooth-talking butler, an ex-cop who'd been thrown off the force, and a none-too-humorous guy who went around dressed in a court jester's costume. Talk about creepy company! I was able to track down my client's would-be assassin, but not before somebody else became a corpse. Boy was I glad when the snowstorm ended and I could go home."
Keep warm, Axe, and keep the lights on.
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Product Details
| ISBN-13: | 9781940469010 |
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| Publisher: | Blood & Thunder Tales of the West |
| Publication date: | 05/19/2014 |
| Series: | An Axel Hatchett Mystery , #3 |
| Pages: | 222 |
| Product dimensions: | 5.24(w) x 7.99(h) x 0.51(d) |
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