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With major renovations going on at Seattle’s favourite B&B, Mary Daheim moves Judith, Renie and the rest of the unforgettable clan to temporary lodgings at a casino resort. But when a magic show results in murder, Judith and Joe are on the job.Mystery maven Mary Daheim serves up murder and mayhem in this tale of a vacation gone awry at the Stillasnowamish Resort Casino. After being forced out of the B&B by post-fire renovations, Judith and Renie pack up the family and settle in for the duration. As if bickering from the two mothers wasn’t enough hassle, the group discovers Salome, the resort magician’s beautiful assistant they’d seen perform only hours earlier, dead from multiple stab wounds. While Judith can’t help but snoop around, her husband Joe is officially recruited to investigate by the casino manager. The chase is on as suspect after suspect emerges leaving Judith and Joe to answer the crucial, yet baffling question…who’s the real casino killer?

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									Hocus Croakus
Bed-and-Breakfast

Author: Mary Daheim
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With major renovations going on at Seattle’s favourite B&B, Mary Daheim moves Judith, Renie and the
rest of the unforgettable clan to temporary lodgings at a casino resort. But when a magic show results in
murder, Judith and Joe are on the job.Mystery maven Mary Daheim serves up murder and mayhem in this
tale of a vacation gone awry at the Stillasnowamish Resort Casino. After being forced out of the B&B by
post-fire renovations, Judith and Renie pack up the family and settle in for the duration. As if bickering
from the two mothers wasn’t enough hassle, the group discovers Salome, the resort magician’s beautiful
assistant they’d seen perform only hours earlier, dead from multiple stab wounds. While Judith can’t help
but snoop around, her husband Joe is officially recruited to investigate by the casino manager. The chase
is on as suspect after suspect emerges leaving Judith and Joe to answer the crucial, yet baffling
question…who’s the real casino killer?
Excerpt

Judith McMonigle Flynn staggered out of the car, dumped a foil-lined paper cup of cigarette butts into a
big stone ashtray, and found herself looking up at an imposing white-haired Native-American man who
was wearing more gold braid than General Douglas MacArthur."I'm Bob Bearclaw, the doorman here at
the Stillasnowamish casino," the big man announced in a deep, pleasing voice. "Welcome to our resort.
May I help you, young lady?"Judith smiled. "You can help my mother. She's in the backseat and is rather
crippled. She'll need a wheelchair, if you have one available.""Of course we do," Bob replied. "I'll get it
right away." He snapped his fingers and made a complicated gesture with his hand. A young valet with a
long black braid nodded deferentially before racing inside the casino.Joe Flynn had finished speaking with
a bellman who was now unloading the family's luggage from the Subaru."They're getting a wheelchair for
Mother," she told her husband.Joe scowled. "You mean we have to let her out of the car?""Don't be
mean," Judith scolded. "We don't want to get off to a bad start on our vacation. I'm the one who could
hardly breathe with Mother smoking her head off in the backseat.""And bitching the whole way because
there wasn't an ashtray there," Joe grumbled. "She should have thanked me for fixing that cup for
her."Judith refused to argue further. Besides, Joe had to deal with the parking attendant as well as the
bellman. And Judith had to deal with her mother."A wheelchair is on its way," Judith said, poking her
head into the smoky car."Don't let Lunkhead push me around in it," Gertrude Grover snapped. "I wouldn't
let him haul me from a burning building.""Don't mention that!" Judith exclaimed. "And stop calling Joe
'Lunkhead.' He's the one who had to load the car and drive for almost two hours to get to Lake
Stillasnowamish."Gertrude hadn't budged from her place in the backseat. In fact, she was lighting another
cigarette. "Two hours, my foot. What was he doing, pedaling with his feet? I can move faster with my
walker. It used to take us only an hour and a half to get to the family cabin. And that was before they put
in the freeway.""It was the freeway construction that held us up," Judith replied, gnashing her teeth.
"Besides, we're ten miles from the cabin." She glanced behind her where the doorman was approaching
with a shiny yellow wheelchair. "Here, Mother, I can help you.""No, you can't," Gertrude retorted. "You'll
pop your phony hip. At least my joints are the originals. Not that I couldn't use a few spare parts."The
reference to the artificial hip rankled with Judith. It had been over a year since the replacement surgery,
and though she had to be careful not to dislocate it, Judith felt she was getting back to normal. Gertrude,
however, liked to remind her daughter that she wasn't normal and never had been.Judith felt a gentle tap
on her shoulder."Mrs. Flynn, isn't it?" Bob Bearclaw asked. Seeing Judith give a jerky nod, he leaned into
the car. "Then you must be Mrs. Grover. Wait until you see the speedy little number I've got for you.
Here, let me help you get out."A moment later, Gertrude emerged, still smoking, but far from fuming.
"You're a good boy," she said to the doorman, who was probably close to seventy. "Your mother must
have raised you right."With remarkable ease, the doorman put Gertrude into the shiny yellow wheelchair
and began pushing her up the handicapped ramp. Joe finished his business with the attendants just as
his mother-in-law disappeared inside the glass doors...
Author Bio
Mary Daheim
Seattle native MARY RICHARDSON DAHEIM began reading mysteries when she was seven. She started
writing them when she was eleven, but her career as a published novelist didn't begin until much later.
After graduating from the University of Washington's School of Communications, Daheim worked on
small-town newspapers and in corporate public relations. Her goal to write fiction remained in place,
however, and she began publishing the Bed-and-Breakfast series in 1991, adding the Alpine mysteries a
year later. She is married to David Daheim, and the couple lives in Seattle. They have three grown
daughters - Barbara, Katherine, and Magdalen. Daheim received the Pacific Northwest Writers
Association 2000 Achievement Award "for distinguished professional achievement and for enhancing the
stature of the Northwest literary community."

								
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