By Laura Levine
Within the first novel in her wickedly witty new secret sequence, Laura Levine introduces Jaine Austen, a hip, jack-of-all trades author who spends her days penning smarmy own advertisements and bold declarations of passion--and her nights searching for Mr. correct in Hollywood's swinging singles scene.
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I changed wallets this morning. ” She eyed me skeptically and started to shut the door. “Look, you can call my editor if you don’t believe me. ” I figured if I was going to bluff, I might as well bluff on a grand scale. Mark Simms was my gynecologist. Elaine headed for her telephone, the pants of her two-piece uniform straining at the seams. ” “Forget it,” I said, slipping into the apartment behind her. “I’m not with the press. ” “Oh. ” “Yeah, right,” she said, ushering me toward the door. “Forgive me if my heart isn’t brimming over with sympathy for Mr.
But he didn’t stay sentimental for long. “Be sure you spell my name right for New York Times. D-A-R-Y-U-S-H K-O-L-C-H-E-V. Here. ” He reached into his pants pocket and pulled out a grease-stained business card. “I’m good handyman. ” Just then a large woman stepped out from an apartment at the other end of the courtyard. “Daryush. Come quick. Is diamond bracelet on television. ” Mr. Kolchev thrust his greasy business card into my hand and scurried off to join his wife. As I stood there watching him, I couldn’t help thinking that Daryush Kolchev had been quite fond of Stacy Lawrence.
The TV reporter said Stacy had been bludgeoned to death. I just couldn’t picture Howard in the act of bludgeoning. I mean, he’s the kind of guy who needs help with a twist-top cap. Howard sat behind a fingerprint-smudged glass partition, his skinny body lost in the voluminous folds of his orange jailhouse jumpsuit. He gnawed at his lower lip, his eyes wide with bewilderment and disbelief. ” I said into the prison telephone. ” He shook his head. ” He shut his eyes, replaying the scene in his mind.
