“Shit, I thought this rain was supposed to let up this afternoon,” a deep masculine voice from behind him said. He shoved them into his front shirt pocket, knowing there would be no use keeping them clean until he was inside. Fleishman Funeral Home only had gigantic golf umbrellas for services, and he was glad for it when the rain picked up and a gust blew mist onto his glasses.
Michael adjusted his bag on his shoulder and tried to keep his umbrella from poking the lady’s in front of him. Along the way, they are helped and hindered by Michael’s sassy assistant, Kitty, the grumpy Sheriff Musgrave, Russell’s creepy PR rep, Norbert, and Michael’s lothario grandfather, who likes his manhattans strong and his women saucy. Soon Jazz is teaming up with Michael to clear his name. Instead, he meets the adorably awkward Michael and becomes a murder suspect. Jazz only wanted to confront his ex, Russell, over his cheating. As Lacetown’s only mortician and the county coroner, Michael is called to his first murder scene and is shocked to recognize the victim-Russell’s young lover. He is not expecting to cross paths with sexy hairdresser Jasper “Jazz” Dilworth-or become embroiled in a real-life mystery. Michael Fleishman is excited to meet his favorite mystery writer, Russell Withingham, at Lacetown’s Literary Fest. Starting a romance among all this chaos might be the death of them. A killer at a small-town literary festival.
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