Buon lunedì, prodi seguaci!🌥

Mentre spero con tutte le mie forze che oggi piova e le temperature scendano di diversi gradi perché in questi ultimi giorni vivere è stata proprio una sofferenza, vi lascio una citazione da Deaths of Jocasta di J.M. Redmann, il secondo libro della serie dedicata a Micky Knight. Mi sta piacendo molto anche questo: fateci un pensierino, se siete in cerca di gialli per l’estate!👍

«You know each other?» Cordelia asked.

«My Aunt Greta», I answered tersely.

«I’m not really an aunt», she replied. «You see, we are not actually related. Michele was born, well… without the benefit of marriage. Claude’s brother LeMoyne took her in. He was a very kind man. Of course, after he died, we took over the care of her», Aunt Greta explained.

«I am not illegitimate», I irrationally defended. It wasn’t so much a reply to Aunt Greta as an explanation to Cordelia and Sister Ann.

[…]

«You know, Michele», Aunt Greta continued, «I heard you spent Christmas with Charles and Lottie. I don’t know why you didn’t come by our house. You know you’re always welcome».

«I spent last Christmas with Torbin. We only dropped by his parents’ briefly», I explained, then wondered why I bothered answering her. Perhaps because she had done a good job of training me to answer her.

«Oh, yes, Torbin. How is Torbin? We don’t see much of him these days», Aunt Greta inquired.

«Torbin’s fine». Torbin had saved me from being the family scandal. He made it a point to send out flyers to his shows to the entire family. As he said, «I’ve flunked demure and discrete. But magna cum laude in outrageous is mine».

«Fine? Or still the same?» Aunt Greta got her barb in, then continued, «My nephew Torbin is rather flashy. He’s an actor», she explained to Cordelia and Sister Ann.

«He’s a drag star in the French Quarter», I elaborated.

«Michele», Aunt Greta chided me.

«Well, he is». Torbin wouldn’t appreciate Aunt Greta stuffing him in the closet.

«I’ve met Torbin», Cordelia said.

Aunt Greta gave her a quick look, then said to me, «Well, I’m glad Torbin’s fine, but I don’t think we need to flaunt his odd behavior».

«Why? Because you really are related to him?» I retorted, suddenly tired of the polite dance we were engaged in.

Micky Knight, a hard-hitting, tough-talking dyke detective, has been hired to provide security for a party at an old country mansion. It should be easy—a perfect spring evening, mild weather, and women everywhere. Suddenly another woman shows up—brutally murdered, left to die in the surrounding woods. The police find a prime suspect when the body of yet another victim is found in the clinic of Dr. Cordelia James, a woman whom Micky has a very personal reason to defend. Micky struggles against demons, past and present, in her death-defying search for the murderer.