A Corpse for Christmas

T’was the night before Christmas

And all through the jail

Not a creature was stirring

Excepting one frail


“Her name was Gene Tiny, but she wasn’t small. She was built in luscious bunches, beautiful spaced, marvelously hyphenated. She was unusual.”


And she was also a private eye. In trouble. But then, who wasn’t hanging by a thread: Stella Talbot, the super-salivating eighteen-year-old who wouldn’t take no for an answer . . . her three “mothers,” all available: Terry Talbot, with her white-frosted finesse (Stella, a few years from now?); Gay Cochrane, just a little too lively for her husband, cremation king Noah Cochrane; and Evelyn Dru, whose very presence separated the men from the boys.


And then there was PETER CHAMBERS who seemed to fall over bodies of all kinds. Not that he didn’t appreciate everything that came to him. But how do you solve a murder when you’re intimately involved with over half the suspects?