Two Heads are Deader Than One
Two Heads are Deader Than One Eddie Shoes Mystery Series, book 2

Publisher - Camel Press Author - Elena Hartwell

Private Investigator Eddie Shoes is enjoying a rare period of calm. She's less lonely now that Chava, her card-counting mom from Vegas, is sharing her home. She also has a new companion, Franklin, a giant dog of curious ancestry.

Hoping for a lucrative new case, Eddie instead finds herself taking on a less promising client: her best friend from her childhood in Spokane. Dakota has turned up in Bellingham in jail, where she is being held on a weapons charge. Eddie reluctantly agrees not only to lend her friend money for bail but to also investigate who is stalking her. Soon after Dakota is freed, she disappears again, leaving Eddie to answer to the local cops, including her ex-boyfriend Chance Parker. Has Dakota been kidnapped? If not, why did she jump bail? What are Eddie's business cards doing on the bodies of two murder victims?

The key to these mysteries lies in Dakota and Eddie's shared history, which ended when Eddie left home after high school. As a person of interest in both murder cases, Eddie is forced to go in search of the truth, digging into the past and facing her own demons.

Book 2 in the Eddie Shoes Mystery series.


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I leaned against the door and listened. Nothing but a buzzing sound. And I got the faint whiff of a smell like someone forgot to take the garbage out. No one responded to my knock. Putting my hand on the doorknob, I discovered it was unlocked. I could just poke my head in. But what if it wasn't Dakota, and I walked in on some guy getting his "cards read" by one of the resident hookers? That was something I did not want to see.

Before anything else, I decided to park Franklin in my office. For whatever reason, my dog had not taken to Dakota and vice versa. I also didn't bring Franklin into a business unless animals were allowed. I could usually count on him to settle right down with his chew toy, but not today. Once we stepped into my office, he danced around in front of me, as if to block me from getting back out the door. Considering his size, he did a pretty good job.

"Franklin, I will be right back. Honest. You don't have to worry."

The task of getting past him was arduous. I got halfway out the door and so did he, pushing his way into the hall. It took all my upper body strength to shove him back inside. I managed to get the door closed, but heard him woofing.

That was one unhappy dog.

Opening the door to the office across the hall, I was smacked in the face by two things: the stench, which was much worse than I'd thought, and the heat. The stench was so strong, it coated my throat. The heat was so high, I started to sweat.

The room smelled like a cross between rotten meat and bodily fluids.

Death in a hothouse.

What I wanted to know was whose.

My heart started to pound. I'd put on gloves that morning with the colder temps, and it crossed my mind to leave them on. I felt around on the wall for the switch, flooding the room with light. The office had been broken up into smaller rooms with temporary walls; they were composed of flimsy metal frames covered in padded fabric for soundproofing.

Sweat trickled down between my shoulder blades, but I wasn't taking my coat off now. If some awful crime had taken place here, I didn't want to shed DNA in the form of hair or skin cells. I could get in enough trouble just walking through the door.
I stepped farther into the room and looked around, coming face to face with a corpse.


Category: Fiction | Mystery Suggested Price: 15.95 Release Date: 04/15/2017 ISBN: 978-1-60381-313-6 Product Type: Paperback # Pages: 282