Though she’d never admit it, Micki Demetrius is planning her friend Kat’s wedding like it’s the do-over she didn’t realize she wanted. The centerpiece of the dream ceremony: a one-of-a-kind wedding dress by celebrated designer Georgia Julienne. But when Georgia is found murdered among her gorgeous gowns, including one fatally wounded wedding dress, their plans are torn apart.
Georgia was their friend, and they’re eager to help solve the crime. But their new boss and Kat’s fiancé, former sheriff Rick Formero, has other ideas. The understaffed Serendipity Springs sheriff’s department drafts him and his P.I. agency to investigate, and as he and their mah jongg friends dive into the case, he shuts out Micki and Kat because of their ties to the victim.
The women are sure the case will unravel without them, and what their guys don’t know won’t hurt them—right? Their shadow investigation stitches circles around their friends’ sleuthing, but the prize might be more peril than they’ve bargained for. Because in a world of silk and secrets, pulling the wrong thread can be deadly
Off the Rack
The Mah Jongg Mysteries Book 11
By Barbara Barrett
A week and a half later, the six PI intern candidates sat around Kat’s living room studying for their final final.
“Can you all believe we’ve reached this point?” Kat asked the others.
“We should do something to celebrate once we’ve all received that little piece of paper,” Beau said.
“Throwing a big-time wedding doesn’t count?” his wife joked.
“Well, there is that, but no offense, Kat, but I meant something where we are all the stars,” Beau replied.
“No offense taken,” Kat said. “What did you have in mind, Beau?”
“I don’t know. Probably not a party. The wedding will take care of that. Perhaps a trip? Yeah, how about we take a short cruise? We should take advantage of living here in Florida.”
Micki was about to list all the reasons why that was a bad idea when Greta appeared at the door. “Kat? Ms. Faulkner? There’s someone here to see you.”
“That’s okay, I’ll announce myself, said a female voice behind her.
An unfamiliar sheriff’s department deputy stepped around Greta. “I’m Deputy Paloma Callahan. Sheriff Quinn was called away on a family matter, so he sent me. Which one of you is Katrina Faulkner?”
“That would be me,” Kat said, rising and coming over to her. “What’s up, Deputy?”
“Have you been doing business with a woman by the name of Georgia Julienne?”
“Yes. She’s designed my wedding dress.”
“Wedding dress. Yes, uh, we found your name with it. I’m afraid I must inform you that the dress has been involved in foul play. Ms. Julienne has been murdered.
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