Murder On The Astral Plane (A Kate Jasper Mystery) - Plot & Excerpts
A chill passed over her body as she sniffed. The long-forgotten odor of smoke and alcohol and crummy perfume stung her sinuses. Her face and body sagged. No one familiar with her public persona would have recognized her in that moment. And then, a picture of her dead mother appeared misty gray in her mind’s eye, a picture that slowly and stealthfully resolved itself into living color. The woman shook her head hard. She felt sucker-punched, actually sick to her stomach. It had been years since she’d even thought of that wretched woman, much less smelled her awful scent. Why now? Was it a warning? She shook her head even harder. What a drag. Then she laughed. A drag. She would wear her most feminine outfit today. Lots of slink. Lots of slither. She had things to do, people to aggravate. She forced a smile onto her face and burrowed deeper into her closet. No more Polly Esther, she reminded herself forcefully; only Silk remained. - One - I should have never complained to my friend Barbara Chu about stumbling over dead bodies.
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