Authors: Elise Hyatt
A Fatal Stain
Chapter 4: Very Suspicious Circumstances
Chapter 5: Minding the Home Fires
Chapter 7: Playing Happy Families
Chapter 9: A Prickly Investigation
Chapter 10: Sofas and Susceptibility
Chapter 12: Too Close for Comfort
Chapter 13: The Insidiousness of Dreams
Chapter 14: The Principal Suspect
Chapter 16: The Matter of Bridesmaids
Chapter 17: Never Did Run Smooth
Chapter 18: Suspicions Everywhere
Chapter 19: Groovy Greeks and Rotten Realtors
Chapter 20: Someone to Watch Over Me
Chapter 22: Return of the Mummy
Chapter 23: De Leon Doesn’t Sleep
Chapter 24: All in the Appearances
Chapter 25: Following Inquiries
Chapter 27: The Smile on the Face of the Tiger
Chapter 28: An Unlikely Savior
Chapter 29: Running toward Danger
Chapter 30: Alley Alley All Go Free
Chapter 31: Of Candy Corn and Men
Praise for the Daring Finds Mysteries
“A very funny mystery with a likable cast of characters…Will win new fans to the series. The mystery is very intriguing. With Dyce’s eccentric bookstore owning parents and refinishing tips added in,
French Polished Murder
is sure to please and leave readers eager for the next Daring Finds Mystery.”
—
The Mystery Reader
“
French Polished Murder
is an interesting, enjoyable cozy mystery that is well written with good characters who work well together…[A] fun book with a little romance and enough mystery to keep you interested.”
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Once Upon a Romance
“[
Dipped, Stripped, and Dead
is] a fun read. I look forward to seeing Dyce’s next adventures. An eccentric, entertaining cast of characters rounds out this cozy mystery. Refinishing tips are included as a bonus.”
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Fresh Fiction
“
Dipped, Stripped, and Dead
is an enjoyable, absorbing whodunit.”
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Genre Go Round Reviews
Berkley Prime Crime titles by Elise Hyatt
DIPPED, STRIPPED, AND DEAD
FRENCH POLISHED MURDER
A FATAL STAIN
A Fatal Stain
ELISE HYATT
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ALWAYS LEARNING
PEARSON
To Amanda Green, Kate Paulk, and Sean Kinsell, without whom this series would never have existed.
Another Fine Mess
The first time I tried to run away from home, I was
three. I’d packed all my comic books and a box of cookies in a book bag emblazoned with
Remembered Murder
, the name of my parents’ bookstore in Goldport, Colorado, and I’d made it all the way down to the bus station, where I realized I didn’t have the money for a ticket. I’d sat quietly in a corner bench and eaten my cookies and read my comics until my grandmother noticed I was missing and came to find me.
It never occurred to me that a three-year-old with a mystery bookstore shopping bag would be sort of noticeable. And it was several years before I realized that, even if I had the money to buy a ticket somewhere, I wouldn’t have known where to go. My knowledge of geography at the time was limited to my street, the road leading to the kindergarten, and the diner where Grandma took me for
Kids
eat free on Mondays
dinner. The only reason I’d found the bus station was that you could see it from the diner.
And I was married before I realized that, even had someone let me buy a ticket and run away by bus somewhere, no one would have given me a job when I got there.
The saddest thing of all was that at thirty-one, this was still about my level of planning. And that I was, once more, contemplating running away from home. Or at least running away from my parents’ store, where I sat by the fireplace, in one of the sofas provided for the comfort and convenience of customers wishing to browse mystery books, and listened as my mother and my best friend planned my second wedding.
Ben, aka Benedict Colm, has been my best friend since middle school. He is tall and rugged looking, with a face that’s more interesting than handsome and the sort of body that makes one think of Viking ships. He tones down the feeling that he should sport a horned helmet by wearing a selection of impeccably color-coordinated and blandly conservative suits during the week. On the weekend, he dresses down by wearing slacks, no coat, and sometimes shirts with an almost imperceptible pattern, which he convinces himself are garish. Today he was practically slumming, as he wasn’t wearing a tie and had unbuttoned the first three buttons in his subtly striped shirt.
I suppose the attire goes well in his job as an investment planner. Unfortunately, I suspect it was one of the things that had kept my mom—a porcelain doll-like woman who could have played a more true-to-life Miss Marple than the rather butch TV series actress—from believing me when I told her Ben was gay. Though if she
still didn’t believe it as he leaned forward and said, “I’m wondering if perhaps we could find someone to make a tuxedo for Pythagoras, so he can be best cat?” I washed my hands of her.
No,
in any case
, I washed my hands of my mother, whose response was, “So, your pet rats, are we putting them in the specially designed harnesses, so they can be used as boutonnieres?”
It was at this moment I realized my hands had come up of their own accord and clasped the sides of my head, in horror. Cats and rats? Did they hear themselves? And though Pythagoras, who is not so much my cat as a cat I allow to crash at my home, might be nominally my pet, the rats weren’t even mine at all. Okay, so I’d rescued them from inside a piano I’d bought to refinish for my fiancé, Cas Wolfe. I’d only nursed them and looked after them because otherwise they’d be snake food. Besides, they were Ben’s problem now. Ben had adopted them. I didn’t want them in my wedding.
“I don’t want anyone in my wedding,” I heard myself say. I sounded surly and unaccountably like a teenager. My hand moved, all on its own, making a horizontal slash from side to side to indicate how much I didn’t want anyone at my wedding. “At least no one besides me and Cas. No cats. No rats. No tea roses. No boutonnieres and
no
book distributors. Also, no, Mom, my wedding is not the ideal venue to display the covers of upcoming mysteries that can be bought at the store for a discount of twenty percent. And paperback books do not make tasteful wedding party favors.”