A brief description from Alice Kimberly's Webpage...
The Movie Town Theater is holding its first ever Film Noir Festival, with Penelope Thornton-McClure handling book sales for the guest speakers, including screen actress Hedda Geist. The legendary femme fatale has been out of the spotlight for decades. Unfortunately, the moment she steps back into it, she's nearly killed. Then other guests start to die, and Penelope wants to know why her little town's film noir weekend has taken a truly dark turn.
With local police on the wrong track, Penelope enlists the help of Jack Shepard, PI. Okay, so Jack hasn't had a heartbeat since 1949, when he was gunned down in what is now Pen's store. But the hard-boiled ghost actually remembers Hedda's dark past and Penelope is sure he can help solve this case--even if he and his license did expire more than fifty years ago...
My Favorite Excerpt from the book:
Jack and Pen are in 1948 trailing one of his cases and they go to a bar to order a drink…
“Tell the man what you’re drinking, baby.”
I tapped my chin in thought. I wasn’t a drinker per se, but we did ask to sit at the bar so a soft drink would look conspicuous. “I know,” I finally said, “the perfect drink for the occasion w
ould be a Vesper.”
The bartender’s brow wrinkled. “A what-sper?”
“A Vesper,” I said, incredulous the bartender at such an upscale restaurant wasn’t familiar with the most famous cocktail recipe in the English-speaking world.
“What’s in it?” he asked
“It’s a martini,” I told him, “made with three parts gin, one park vodka, and one-half part Lillet.”
“Lillet?” The bartender frowned “Not vermouth?”
“The Lillet adds more sweetness and tropical aromas than dry vermouth,” I informed the man. “Or at least that’s what I remember from Casino Royale. And of course, it should be shaken, not stirred, served in a wineglass, and garnished with a lemon twist.”
“We stir martinis here, ma’am. Nobody shakes them.”
I threw up my hands. “James Bond does!”
The bartender glanced at Jack. “Is that you?”
“Of course he’s not James Bond. Bond’s the most famous Cold War spy in the world.” I glanced around. “What year is this anyways?”
Jack visibly stiffened.
“It’s 1948, ma’am,” the bartender relied, eyeing me a little closer. “You that blotto?”
“Uh-oh,” I said, realizing I’d been off a few years. The first Ian Fleming Bond novel wouldn’t appear until 1953. “I believe I’ve made a mistake –“
“Listen, buddy,” Jack quickly told the bartender, “just give the doll a martini. A gin martini, stirred, and put the damn thing in a martini glass. Thanks.”
The bartender walked away, shaking his head, and Jack glared at me.
“What?” I asked
“Don’t you know the meaning of cover? You’re supposed to blend in, keep a low profile, be a fly on the wall – not order a drink from another century!”
My Thoughts on the Book
Out of the four books in the series so far this was by far my favorite of them. I loved the mystery story line along with the continued romance between Pen and Jack (the ghost). My favorite scenes always are when Pen goes back in the past with Jack to attempt to break a crime. His case always has to do with her case. I find in general it is the characters that make these stories enjoyable, more so than just the story itself.
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