Purrfect Crime
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I watched as the five women walked on stage. I vaguely remembered the band, having heard their songs on the radio over the years, though I wasn’t really familiar with their work. They’d done their hair the same way they used to: Janell Nodding was rocking a flaming red mane, Carrie Dobbins a cool blue, Amaryllis Gutenberg a lustrous blond, Courtney Coppola piquant pink and Perpetua Roman a striking black. Together they were the Piquant Pack, and judging from the roar of the audience, they were as popular now as they were then.
They all took a seat on Graham’s trademark red couches, right next to Marisol Glee, who didn’t look impressed, and Deshawn, whose eyes had a glazed look, and I thought I could see his lips forming ‘Omigod!’
“Don’t tell me. Deshawn is a fan, too?”
“Only the biggest fan in the universe! No. Wait. That’s me!”
“So is it official?” asked Graham. “Is the band getting back together?”
“I don’t know,” said Janell pensively. “Let me have a think.”
“Oh, you tease,” Graham laughed.
Amaryllis leaned in and touched Graham’s knee. “Would you like us to get back together, Graham, darling?”
“Would I?” gushed Graham, mugging for the camera. “Would I?!”
“I’ll take that as a yes,” said Courtney with a grin.
“Will you tell him, Perpetua?” asked Carrie.
Perpetua nodded stiffly. Outfitted in a form-fitting black dress, she looked more like a model than a singer. Then again, she was the one who’d married the famous soccer player. After a pregnant pause, she said, “It’s a yes, Graham. The Piquant Pack is getting back together.”
“Ooh-wee!” cried a visibly touched Graham. “At last!”
“We’re launching our new single tonight,” Carrie added, “and tomorrow we’re going on tour again!”
Next to me, Jarrett looked like he was about to expire. “Take it easy,” I told him. “It’s just a band.”
“Just a band?!” he cried. “This is the Piquant Pack! The most iconic girl band in the history of the world!”
And then, as if to prove his words, the five women spontaneously launched into an acapella version of their greatest hit Hungry. Their voices sounded great together, and judging from the whimpering sounds from Jarrett, it was a big hit with the audience. For the chorus, they moved to the small stage, and when the music set in, they launched into a full-blown version of the song. It was quite moving, and I actually enjoyed it.
“Hey, they’re pretty good,” I said.
“Of course they’re good,” said Jarrett. “They’re the Piquant Pack.”
Suddenly, the lights went out, and the sound from the speakers dropped away. The now tinny-sounding voices of the five singers continued for a while but then fizzled out.
“What’s going on?” I asked.
“All part of the show,” Jarrett assured me. “Just making a big splash.”
But judging from the angry cries from Graham and his crew, this wasn’t part of the plan at all. Then, out of the blue, suddenly flashes of light crackled overhead, as if the roof had opened up and lightning slashed the sky. And then, like a supernatural deity, a booming voice sounded. “To all you silly little sycophants, be forewarned! The Piquant Pack are not what they seem!”
“What’s this?” asked Jarrett.
“All part of the show?”
“I don’t think so,” he said.
And then I saw it. A translucent figure descended from the ceiling. He was large and looked like he was covered in fluorescent paint. And judging from the open-mouthed expression of horror on Graham Norton’s face, this was not part of the plan.
“You think you can come here and announce your comeback without me?!” the voice thundered. “Well, you’ve got another thing coming! I will have my vengeance! Before this is over, you’ll all get what you deserve!”
At this, twin balls of lightning flashed from the ghost’s hands and hit the stage. The five women cried out in anguish and dove out of the line of fire. The bolts hit the stage, one taking out the famous red seat, the other one of the cameras, the cameraman only just in time managing to dive for cover. The acrid smell of burned plastic filled the air, as did a light fog that descended upon the small studio.
And then… the phenomenon ended as abruptly as it had begun. The lights switched back on, and the ghost was gone.
“Who was that?” I asked.
Jarrett nodded knowingly. “Aldo Brookfield. The Piquant Pack’s manager. Only…”
“Only what?”
He turned to me. “Aldo disappeared in 1997, right before the girls split up.”
I gave him a grim-faced look. “Looks like he didn’t disappear. Looks like he died.”
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About Nic
Nic Saint is the pen name for writing couple Nick and Nicole Saint. They’ve penned 60+ novels in the romance, cat sleuth, middle grade, suspense, comedy and cozy mystery genres. Nicole has a background in accounting and Nick in political science and before being struck by the writing bug the Saints worked odd jobs around the world (including massage therapist in Mexico, gardener in Italy, restaurant manager in India, and Berlitz teacher in Belgium).
When they’re not writing they enjoy Christmas-themed Hallmark movies (whether it’s Christmas or not), all manner of pastry, comic books, a daily dose of yoga (to limber up those limbs), and spoiling their big red tomcat Tommy.
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A Tale of Two Harrys
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The Mysteries of Max
Purrfect Murder
Purrfectly Deadly
Purrfect Revenge
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Purrfect Heat
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Crime and Retribution
Witchy Fingers
Witchy Trouble
Witchy Hexations
Witchy Possessions
Witchy Riches
Box Set 1 (Books 1-4)
The Mysteries of Bell & Whitehouse
One Spoonful of Trouble
Two Scoops of Murder
Three Shots of Disaster
Box Set 1 (Books 1-3)
A Twist of Wraith
A Touch of Ghost
A Clash of Spooks
Box Set 2 (Books 4-6)
The Stuffing of Nightmares
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An Act of Hodd
Box Set 3 (Books 7-9)
Standalone Novels
When in Bruges
Once Upon a Spy
The Whiskered Spy
The Ghost Who Came in from the Cold
Enemy of the Tates
Short Stories
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Purrfect Santa (Mysteries of Max Short 1)
Purrfect Christmas Mystery (Mysteries of Max Short 2)
Purrfect Christmas Miracle (Mysteries of Max Short 3)
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