A troubled adolescent commits suicide, supported by her last post on MyThug Shot.com.
Her mother claims she only recently befriended a strange classmate through their shared love of werewolves.
Isis’ investigation reveals the victim’s innocence played into the hands of a group of teens bent on destruction.
A perfectly-typed suicide note not only unearths murder but also a plot to bomb the local high school.
Death of Dark_Blue_Moon (Marjorie Gardens Mystery #5)
Death of Dark_Blue_Moon
Marjorie Gardens had a strict policy regarding grammar and sentence structure, save an occasional misspelling or two. The latest additions to the online list used shortened text or cyber-speak, and published posts about hooking up offline.
I considered MyThugShot.com a public service (for the people, with the people) not a social dating site.
A quick scan of a new member called Dark Blue Moon meant I was obviously losing the battle with keeping the blog solely law-related.
04/07/2014 18:28 by Dark_Blue_Moon:
thanx for the add!
04/07/2014 18:29 by Dark_Blue_Moon:
so i c u have a passion 4 wolves?? i 2 love the lycans. by the way...very cool backdrop. how u find that??
04/07/2014 18:30 by Dark_Blue_Moon:
i like ghost to i like doing evp. how bout u?
I started to feel sorry for this person, whoever he or she was. Her companion in this literal one-sided conversation was declining to respond. I clicked Dark Blue Moon’s username and waited for the hyperlink to load the next page.
Marsha Evers was sixteen years old according to her profile. I could generally tell she was young by her picture, but there was something disfiguring about her, a genetic disease perhaps, brown eyes set wide apart beneath a sloped forehead with a triangle of blonde hair swept across. Other than exuding a somewhat stalky personality online, she appeared a normal, moderately overweight teen.
A summary of her activity showed she made sixty posts in a week. So far, no one replied to her.
Fashion guru and magazine editor Leyla “the Lady” Banks works out regularly to fit her profile, and takes-up vaping, using electronic cigarettes instead of smoking.
So, news of her untimely death leaves the couture community confounded.
No traces of the poison left in the victim’s system, plenty of suspect coworkers, Isis requires Marjorie Gardens and her MyThugShot.com members to prove her client innocent of this red-hot crime.
The Lady Smokes Reds (Marjorie Gardens Mystery #4)
The Lady Smokes Reds
"That dress is absolutely vulgar, sunshine."
Leyla "the Lady" Banks had her designer on the brink of tears.
"I wouldn't bury my French poodle in that squab and Lilly's been dead for five years."
Gayle May gulped a breath that inflated her chest and marched over to the sleek minimalistic desk. She removed the gown, a pale-green color with shy-blue undertones, and snatched up its bag. "Leyla, I'll have you know, this is a Banks original dye called Seaweed."
She activated her E-cigarette with a long toke and blew a funnel of white mist from her nostrils. "Sunshine, that puke's enough to put me off my body wraps at the spa for good!" She rocketed from her chair and finished, "And make sure you take my name off that ocean mush before I sue you for defamation of character."
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Can Isis solve a high-profile murder case and cheat death with the power of her blog?
Isis Ferrelli represents Norman Kane, an RN accused of stealing a drug called fentanol via his QR code software. She receives what she believes to be damaging evidence from mob boss Louis Fernoza. Uncle Lou has found her after seven years in hiding.
If that didn’t ruin her day, the assistant district attorney informs her Kane’s been murdered. She has some outmaneuvering to do, if Uncle Lou’s involved. To avoid detection by his foot soldiers, she forms a virtual battalion of her own.
A few of her neighbors are also her MyThug Shot.com followers. She’ll need their help to pull the plug on a tech savvy killer.
Photographs of a club, a Nieman Marcus loafer, and a programmer with two names.
If Isis doesn’t piece these clues together, someone encrypted by the shadows of technology may get away with murder.
Dial QR for Murder (Marjorie Gardens Mystery #1)
WeBuy is a widely-downloaded app that connects volunteer drivers/shoppers with men and women whose only misfortune is finding time to run errands. Paying a flat rate for gas, mileage, and parking is a better deal than hired help (less overhead.) Only now, there's a shark in the virtual carpool, a wealthy woman found dead.
Isis hires her neighbor and MyThugShot.com member, Raymond Lockhart ("Perennial PI") to mentor her in the finer workings of deep-cover, as she impersonates Marjorie Gardens to find a killer.
A Killer App (Marjorie Gardens Mystery #3)
A Killer App
“For the love of God Isis…”
His reaction wasn’t dismissive. In the past, I’d attempted to shield him from Fernoza retaliation by not divulging my address, but since then, he’s grown familiar with my uncle’s tactics. Jason was my wheel of justice, and he remained wary of henchmen on the prowl.
We lifted the boots and inspected them while I explained how they came into my possession. “Jason, if this is another one of Lou’s clues—”
“You’ve got another dead client on your hands. Any idea who it could be?”
I racked my brain and couldn’t think of a single client connected to the Fernozas.
A prerequisite to becoming Partner, I handed my files over to Attorney Christie Livens in the criminal defense sector. Onward my clientele grew fat with corporations and CEOs. True...bits of fraud, embezzlement, and tax evasion sprinkled those dossiers. The latest case from that millionaire medley included a band of MRE wielding shysters at the Reebok Refuge Silo. But the deadly fiasco at the survivalist compound was entirely non-Fernoza related.
“I’m certain of one thing at this point.” I set the boot down, removed my gloves, and loaded a browser on my phone. “Uncle Lou’s been out of my hair for a while. So, if he's reaching out to me now, he’s trying to tell me something.”
Prepped for the Kill (Marjorie Gardens Mystery #2)
Are you ready? Are you prepared?
Defense Attorney Isis Ferrelli wouldn’t have believed it if she weren’t holding the purchase agreement. Point Shirley residents Raymond Lockhart and Jedemiah Briggs are buying a survivalist condo designed for the digital age after doomsday.
The Reebok Refuge Silo is either a prepper’s paradise or a real estate scam...
But when the decommissioned compound locks down after a power failure—a resident poisoned, and another found dead—it’s time to sound the SHTF alarm!
Isis has a murder investigation...underground.
Isis, Jed, and Ray must determine who has betrayed the colony. If they don't, one of them could end up bugging-out in the afterlife.
Prepped for the Kill (Marjorie Gardens Mystery #2)
I held the package of dangerous contents at arm’s length as Teresa showed me out.
One door closed behind me and I was confronted with another. Who occupied the other half of Tier -4?
I certainly didn’t want to call on the Ochoas’s neighbor bearing Earl Botulism. I walked over and set the box on the floor against the wall.
After a few knocks, a ferocious shuffling came from inside then thumping footsteps. “Who is it?” a man shouted.
Growing attuned to when and whom I introduce myself as my online persona was getting easier. “Marjorie Gardens.”
Several clicks indicated the tenant had far more locks inside than the key card scanner on the outside.
The door flew open. I raised both hands in surrender and took a startled step back. “Christ.” The yellow light inside the semi showed more than I’d wanted to see.
I was face to face with the end of a double barrel shotgun.