She was the kind of woman who wore gingham dresses and cut grocery coupons. Somehow she'e made a deadly enemy...This is a mystery with a twist,I enjoyed it immensely.
"First came Ruta Lippton, owner of the Carl Crazee hair salon, who said her house was 'broken and entered.' Winslow Reed, an ex-nerd who was now married to ex-cheerleader June Jacoby, told the same story. Both Winslow and Ruta lived in a fancy new subdivision called Twelve Oaks, and both claimed the sheriff wasn't taking them seriously, on account of how nothing had actually been stolen. Last came nasal-voiced, horse-faced Phyllis Carver. Nothing was missing from her place either, but then poor Phyllis didn't have much to take.
I was shocked when June and Ruta suddenly called me off the case. But shocked didn't begin to describe how I felt when I headed back out to Phyliss's and found her shot dead. Near her body was a scrap of paper with a single number seven scrawled on it, which, as clues went, was pretty pitiful. Then, while I was waiting for the sheriff, I found the three tape recorders. One still had a tape in it--a recording of Phllis's husband Orval and a woman who definitely was not Phyllis. In bed. Having a real good time. That made Orval a prime suspect, but I still didn't know what the other two tape recorders were doing in Phyllis's kitchen cupboard, and what the heck Phyllis meant by that number seven....."
a fun book to read would read otrher books by him