Murder at Castle Rock (Amelia Grace Rock 'n' Roll Mysteries) (Volume 1)
Anne Marie Stoddard
As the manager and booking agent for Atlanta's famous Castle Rock concert venue, Amelia "Ame" Grace is ready for the most exciting week of her career: she's booked three shows and a live DVD-filming for the comeback tour of none other than the Pop Rock Prince himself, Bobby Glitter! Before the rock star can take a bow on the first night, however, trouble steals the show as Castle Rock's owner takes a deadly tumble from atop the venue's tower. To make matters worse, the police suspect foul play—and all signs point to two of Castle Rock's own employees. Ame soon finds herself in a race against time to clear the names of her friends and uncover the truth before the killer decides it's curtains for her too! * Winner, 2012 BookLogix & AJC Decatur Book Festival Writers Contest
the doorway. I wiped a few tears away with my sleeve and glanced up. Sergeant Eddie Sinclair, Bronwyn's father, stood just beyond the office threshold. "Thanks," I said weakly, meeting his eyes. The police sergeant smiled at me and nodded his bald head. He shuffled his burly frame through the doorway and spoke to the detective, his voice low and serious. "Dixon, I need to have a word with you in the hall. Please excuse us a moment, Amelia." Though his lips were still stretched wide in a
open for business. My forensics team will be in and out of the closed-off areas as they investigate further, and I will assign a couple of officers to patrol those areas as I see fit. If so much as a speck of dust is moved up there by someone other than a member of the APD, I will shut this place down so fast it'll make your head spin. Do we have a deal?" I nodded hastily and shook his hand before he had a change of heart. My own mind was racing, mapping out the logistics of moving Bobby's
The cats dove for cover as I stomped through the living room and back to my bedroom, huffing and puffing. I grabbed the Tune Talks business card from my bedside table and dialed Tim's number, swearing under my breath all the while. "Good afternoon! You've reached Tune Talks! Brandy speaking," said a sultry female voice. She sounded like an operator for one of those late-night 1-900 numbers. Why was I not surprised? "Put Tim Scott on the phone now!" I demanded. "Tell him it's Amelia Grace."
arms around him as we moved to the music, but being three sheets to the wind, I was afraid I'd lose control and rip his clothes off right there on the dance floor. My mind conjured up some pretty tantalizing imagery at that thought, and I cast my face downward to hide my blushing. Easy, girl… I had to admit, while I didn't go out dancing with hot guys…well, ever…this was exactly what I needed to unwind from all the stress I'd been feeling. Tony was an excellent dance partner, and he didn't seem
suits, and the priciest haircuts, and he still looked like the sleaziest personal injury lawyer in town. He was holding a DVD in one hand that was either a memorialization of his weekend escapades or a copy of his latest commercial. I've seen his commercials. I wasn't sure which would be worse. His eyes narrowed when he saw me and widened when he saw Missy. All men reacted like that to Missy. Probably because she was five-nine, and five of it was legs. "I don't see any computers in the kitchen,