Sandra Scoppettone Too Darn Hot: A Novel

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Too Darn Hot: A Novel

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9780345478122: Too Darn Hot: A Novel

I’d had two murders since last spring, solved them both. The first one was prime and it got a lotta attention in the fish wrappers, so I had a bunch of clients for awhile. Just cause people saw my name in the paper they figured I was the best (which I might be). Not bad for a twenty-six-year-old gal from Newark, New Jersey.

It’s the middle of World War II, but not all the killing is happening overseas. In a sweltering New York City summer, scrappy steno-turned-sleuth Faye Quick–kicked upstairs when her boss ships out–takes on a new case that would make even the most experienced P.I. sweat bullets.

It all starts with a beautiful woman. Heartbroken Claire Turner turns on the waterworks in Faye’s office, begging for help in finding her beau, Private Charlie Ladd, gone missing while on leave from Uncle Sam’s army. But when Faye busts into Charlie’s hotel room, she doesn’t find anyone–anyone alive, that is.

But where’s Charlie? Because the corpse in the hotel room might not be him. And that leads Faye to wonder if the unfortunate stiff was Charlie’s target practice.

In a case with more twists, starts, and stops than the Third Avenue El, Faye learns that some shocking truths are hidden behind the fog of war–a personal war being fought on the home front.

Brimming over with big band music, hairdos in snoods, and unfiltered smokes–the same irresistible 1940s detail that made This Dame for Hire such a treat–the second adventure of indefatigable Faye solidifies her status as one of Sandra Scoppettone’s most appealing characters. Too Darn Hot is sizzling fun readers are sure to make Quick work of.

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About the Author:

Sandra Scoppettone has written many novels, including three under the pseudonym Jack Early and the five-book mystery series featuring New York private eye Lauren Laurano. Her recent acclaimed novel This Dame for Hire introduced Faye Quick. Scoppettone lives on Long Island, New York.

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Chapter 1

Yeah, it was hot enough to fry an egg on the sidewalk. I never could understand why people said that. Did somebody fry one then eat it? Who’d wanna eat a fried egg from the sidewalk? Especially in a city like New York. Maybe I’d try it. Not the eating part, the frying. But then people would think I was more of a screwball than they did already.

Nah. That wasn’t true. Nobody thought I was loose in the upper story. It’s just that most people didn’t understand why a dame like me would wanna be a PI. And it wasn’t that I set out to be. It’s just the way it turned out.

In 1940 Woody Mason hired me as a secretary for his A Detective Agency. He was a PI. But then in ’41, when the Nips hit Pearl Harbor, Woody felt he should do his duty for his country and left me to run the agency. That was two years ago and the war still wasn’t over.

The office is on Forty-third Street between Seventh and Eighth. A few months ago the agency moved one flight up so now I had my own office and a proper waiting room where my secretary, Birdie Ritter, sat.

I’d had two murders since last spring, solved them both. The first one was prime and it got a lotta attention in the fish wrappers, so I had a bunch of clients for a while. Just cause people saw my name in the paper they figured I was the best (which I might be) and they hired me for everything from finding a dog to solving another murder. Not bad for a twenty-six-year-old gal from Newark, New Jersey.

Even though the rush was over my dance card was full at the moment, so when Birdie knocked on my door and said I had a possible client in the outer office, I wasn’t overjoyed.

“Guy or gal?”

“Gal. She’s cryin, Faye.”

“They’re always cryin.”

“Ah, don’t be a tough tootsie with me. I got yer number, ya know.”

And she did. Always. Birdie kept me honest, like they say. She was the cat’s whiskers, far as I was concerned. And she was also whistle bait, a tall blonde with brown eyes that screamed Come get me, even though she wasn’t that kinda girl.

“So what’s her can a peas?” I asked.

“She didn’t gimme particulars. I could hardly make out what she was sayin through the waterworks. Somethin about a guy.”

“What else would it be?”

“Yeah. So will ya see her?”

“Ya know I will. What’s her moniker?”

“Claire Turner. Least I think that’s what she said.”

“Okay, bring her in.”

“Will do.”

“Bird?”

“Yeah?”

“That dress yer wearin is easy on the eyes. New?”

She smiled. “Yeah. Pete bought it for me.”

Pete. “I thought ya were gonna dump the bum.”

“I tried, Faye. We had a lollapalooza the other night and when we made up, Pete came round with this getup. What could a girl do?”

“Well, it suits ya to a T.” And it did, with the colorful butterflies on white cotton and a diamond cutout below the neck.

“Thanks. I better get the jane waitin out there before she floods the office.”

Birdie and Pete’d been on and off since I’d known her, which wasn’t that long, come to think of it. But she’d told me they’d been seeing each other for a few years and it was always a battle. Pete wanted to get married and Birdie didn’t, which was the source of most of their rhubarbs.

In a mo she was back with Claire Turner.

You got yer lookers and you got yer lookers. This Turner broad was the real thing. She was a long drink of water, maybe five feet nine inches. I knew being just shy of five four sometimes gave me a skewed slant on height, but this was one tall cookie.

Her hair was black and wavy, flowing down to her shoulders, and the ends blew a little from the standing fan I had going. She had a body that looked to have perfect measurements and it was wrapped in a white suit, short padded jacket with a pink blouse underneath.

Her eyes were almond-shaped and that shade of blue close to lavender. Also they were slightly pink from crying. She had full lips painted ruby red. And when she spoke one dimple creased her right cheek. I pegged her to be about twenty-two or -three.

“Miss Quick?”

“Yeah.” I stood up and held out my hand.

She took it and gave it a fast squeeze like she might get typhoid if she held it too long. Broads didn’t go in much for handshaking. But I did it anyway cause it always got them a little off kilter.

“Miss Turner, is it?”

“Yes. Claire Turner.” Her voice was husky.

“Please have a seat, Miss Turner.”

She took the green leather chair in front of my desk. Since my fortunes had risen and we’d moved, I’d done some decorating to make the agency look more like a real office instead of a toy to go with the trains under a Christmas tree.

She opened her white pocketbook and took out a pack of white Lucky Strikes, cause Lucky Strike green had gone to war. I didn’t know what the green was doing over there, but that was the deal. While she fussed with them I got a Camel from my pack and was ready with a match when she put the cig between her lips.

“What can I do for ya, Miss Turner?”

“I’m not sure anyone can do anything for me,” she said.

If I had a nickel for every potential client who said something like that I’d be one rich girl. Why did they come here if that’s what they thought? “Tell me what’s on yer mind and we’ll see what I can do.”

“It’s my boyfriend. He’s disappeared.”

How unusual, I thought. Then I told myself I was getting much too cynical.

“Go on.”

“I’ve been to the police, but they don’t pay any attention to what I have to say.”

“Well, I’m gonna pay attention so tell me everything. Let’s start with his name.”

“Charlie Ladd. Private Charlie Ladd.”

“He’s in the army?”

“Yeah.”

I put my finger inside the roll at the bottom of my hair and gave it a little flip. “So when ya say disappeared, ya don’t mean he’s missin in action, do ya?”

“Oh, no. He was here on leave for a week. He arrived on Saturday. We saw each other the first three nights.”

“What happened on the fourth night?”

“He didn’t show up.”

“Show up where?”

“At my apartment.”

“You live alone?”

“Yeah.”

“And where’s that?”

“West Sixty-first Street.”

“You work, Miss Turner?”

“I should be at work now but the boss gave me an hour.”

“Whaddya do?”

“I’m a salesgirl at Wanamaker.”

There wouldn’t be a lotta money coming my way, but sometimes that didn’t matter.

“So ya had a date for Tuesday night and he was supposed to pick ya up at yer place and didn’t call. Just didn’t show. Right?”

“Right.”

“What’d ya do about it?”

“I phoned his hotel but he wasn’t in.”

“What hotel’s that?”

“The Commodore.”

I knew that lotsa the soldiers and sailors stayed there. You couldn’t beat six clams a night to be right on Forty-second Street. I made a note of the hotel.

“He ever stand ya up before?”

She sat straighter in the chair. “He didn’t stand me up, Miss Quick. And no, he’s never stood me up.”

“What’d ya do yesterday?”

“Same thing. I kept phonin and he kept not bein there.”

“So what happened to him?”

“That’s what I wanna know. That’s what I want you to find out. Why do you think I’m here?”

“I gotta ask a lotta questions that sound dumb, Miss Turner. Bear with me, okay?”

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to get on my high horse.”

“So ya haven’t heard from him since Monday night, right?”

“That’s right.”

“Did ya call anybody? Any of his friends?”

“He’s from Rhode Island. He doesn’t have friends here.”

“Not even buddies he was on leave with?”

“Well, yes. I thought you meant civilian friends.”

“So who’s he on leave with?”

“I can’t remember his name.”

“Just one?”

“Lemme think. David. Yeah. He was named David.”

“David who?”

“I didn’t pay attention to the name.”

“Do ya know Charlie’s family?”

“No. He said he’d introduce me when the war was over.” She looked like someone had taken the shine off her.

“Where’d ya say he’s from?”

“Rhode Island.”

“Did ya think he mighta go...

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