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Barbara Bryant has been an entrepreneur, a journalist and a broadcaster. In 2004, she became a writer for Today’s Woman, a magazine for women published in Louisville, Kentucky, covering etiquette, protocol, and relationship issues. She debuted on radio in 2006, fielding questions on etiquette, and later joined a morning radio show as co-host. She then transitioned into hosting her own radio show.

A successful stolen art insurance investigator, Prudence Paley is called home to be by her dying father’s side. Prudence, fiercely independent, and confused as to what she wants out of life, should she stay after the death of her father, or return to her glamorous life traveling the world looking for stolen art. She experiences mounting conflicting feelings which she cannot ignore that will resonate throughout the rest of her life. While attending a charity luncheon and fashion show, Prudence is suddenly caught up in a famous model’s murder. Even though, there was no real connection between Tashama and Prudence, Tashama passes Prudence a note asking for help. This puts Prudence’s career in the spotlight. As she is beginning to work with the police on Tashama’s murder, a second model, Jenna Johnson, is murdered. As both cases progress; she realizes this case is more about stolen art and diplomatic bags than the modeling world. It’s beginning to appear as if the murders are more about revenge against her than the models. What starts out as a family’s revenge on Prudence, takes a turn, and revenge has to take a back seat to survival of their own.

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As she comes to rely on the detective handling the case, the tension between them is riveting. Tired of playing games, she makes the first move toward a relationship.

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The only thing on her calendar for the day was the Charity Luncheon and Fashion Show presented by the Oakwood Women’s Club. The most salient thing on her mind now, standing in front of her closet was, “What should I wear?” After dressing, she studied herself in the full length mirror and decided this was an excellent look for today. She sat at the table checking out who was there; she spotted a couple of friends arriving late and waved at them. Her afternoon had been as perfect as her morning. Then, a startling thing happened, which would send her seemingly quiet day and her life upside down.


MURDER IN

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Published by AuthorHouse  01/04/2013 ISBN: 978-1-4817-0318-5 (sc) ISBN: 978-1-4817-0319-2 (hc) ISBN: 978-1-4817-0320-8 (e) Library of Congress Control Number: 2012924291

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Dedication

I wish to thank my parents, Sara and Joseph Davis, for their undivided support and encouraged me to go my own way.

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Chapter One

Prudence awoke to a quiet, beautiful day. There was no earth shattering news in the headlines. The coffee was ready since she had finally learned how to program the new “ready when you are” coffee pot. Pouring herself the perfect cup of coffee, she thought how sweet life was today. The only thing on her calendar for the day was the Charity Luncheon and Fashion Show presented by the Oakwood Women’s Club. It had always been a fun afternoon, with beautiful models wearing beautiful clothes, visiting with old friends, Jackie and Claudette, and fabulous food. It was none of those rubber chicken meals for the Women’s Club. They always managed to have a gourmet chef at their disposal. She glanced at the clock, wondering where the time went. She was enjoying the morning so much she hated the idea of getting ready. The most salient thing on her mind now, standing in front of her closet was, “What should I wear?” Every woman will be wearing their finest and most expensive and so will she. Looking at everything in her closet, she finally decided on the David Meister’s Signature navy, full jeweled neck dress with the new pair of Jimmy Choo’s Metallic rhinestone sandals. She had not dressed up in a long time, and today she not only wanted to look perfect, but she wanted to look sassy and perky. After dressing, she studied herself in the 1


full length mirror and decided this was an excellent look for today. On her way out of the bedroom, she grabbed a silver clutch and ran out the door. Upon arrival, she began mingling with some old friends and bought a raffle ticket to win a variety of stylish prizes. They were ready to begin and asked everyone to find their table. The luncheon began with a few introductions and the agenda announced. Lunch would be served first, and the fashion show would follow with an intermission. Premier Caterers is catering the luncheon. Prudence had heard they were the best catering company in town and made the best crème brûlée. Following the meal, a stunning runway show showcased the spring fashions by Michael Kors and other designers. The local Estee Lauder counter provided the models’ makeup. A local television personality and fashion authority, Maggie Winslowe acted as hostess. Prudence was secretly hoping she would get a chance to meet her after the show. She sat at the table checking out who was there; she spotted a couple of friends arriving late and waved at them. Her afternoon had been as perfect as her morning. Then, a startling thing happened, which would send her seemingly quiet day and her life upside down. The fashion show was fabulous. She loved the designers fall collections. Since she had just returned a few months ago, she had not experienced shopping in town. She did not realize the stores in town carried such named designers and could not wait to shop at these boutiques. During the break, 2


she excused herself and headed for the powder room. Of course, she was one of the last ones in the powder room; it seemed everyone had the same idea. She did not want to miss one fashion and she was hurrying as much as she good. As she was coming out of the powder room, she noticed one of the beautiful, exotic looking models was coming her way, but she did not say a word. This model held out her hand as if she wanted to shake hands, but instead she passed her a note. Looking around, Prudence had a feeling that the model thought someone might be watching her. Prudence had not gotten back to her table when she heard screams and saw everyone running toward the lobby. Before she had time to open the note to read it, her perfect day is turning upside down. Jackie Schuster, the show’s coordinator and one of Prudence’s best friends grabbed her arm, “It’s Tashama,” she said. “I think she has been attacked.” Tashama was the beautiful, exotic model that had passed Prudence the note. “How,” she asked, running towards the powder room. Someone was yelling, “Call 911.” She had all but forgotten the note Tashama had just handed her. Everyone had gathered in the hallway, making it almost impossible to get through the door. When she pushed herself through the powder room door, there were several women standing over the body. She could see Tashama laying there, not moving. Detective Scott Adams had just arrived and was attempting to make his way through the crowd that had gathered outside the powder room. He started barking orders at his officers, “Get these people out of my crime scene now, and start gathering

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statements from everyone.” Seeing Prudence kneeling over the body, he asked, “Ms. Prudence Paley, you again?” Detective Scott Adams was just less than six feet tall, sandy colored hair and radiated sex appeal. He was a good looking, no nonsense person. Murder was his specialty. Prudence had worked with him a couple of times since moving back to Oakwood or maybe it was working around him. She looked up to find his mesmerizing blue eyes staring down at her. “Detective Adams, how are you?” “You are hovering over my crime scene, now excuse yourself.” She thought; he is upset because she had taken an interest in the case and decided it would be best to do as he asked. She smiled up at him: “Yes sir! I’m gone. It looks as if she has been stabbed though.” “Pru, what are you doing here?” “Having lunch, anything else you want to know?” She headed back towards the dining room and remembering the note in her pocket, not wanting to mention it to anyone just now, she decided she would step out to the garage to read it. As she was leaving, Jackie and Claudette, the co-producers of the show and her best friends saw her and almost running, caught up with her. Waving her arms and yelling in her shrill voice, Claudette caught Prudence’s attention, “Where are you going, the fashion show is not over yet. You cannot leave.” 4

Murder In Stilettos - by B. Bryant  

A successful stolen art insurance investigator, Prudence Paley is called home to be by her dying father’s side. Prudence, fi ercely independ...

Murder In Stilettos - by B. Bryant  

A successful stolen art insurance investigator, Prudence Paley is called home to be by her dying father’s side. Prudence, fi ercely independ...

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