Raymond Chandler meets Nick Hornby in this clever noir romp through hipster Brooklyn as a mysterious mix tape puts a young amateur sleuth on the hunt for a killer—and for the truths hidden within her own heart.
To listen to someone else's mix tapes is a huge breach of trust.
But KitKat was dead…and curiosity got the better of me.
When a mix tape destined for her friend KitKat accidentally arrives in Jett Bennett’s mailbox, she doesn’t think twice about it—even in the age of iTunes and Spotify, the hipster residents of the Barter Street district of Brooklyn are in a constant competition to see who can be the most retro.
But when Jett finds KitKat dead on her kitchen floor, Jett suspects the tape might be more than just a quirky collection of lovelorn ballads. And when KitKat’s boyfriend Bronco is arrested for her murder, Jett and her best friend Sid set out to discover the real killer on an epic urban quest through strip joints and record stores, vegan bakeries and basement nightclubs. But the further into KitKat’s past she goes, the more she discovers about her own left-behind love life—and the mysterious man whose song she still clings to….
Heads up, vinyl-loving hipsters: Cudmore's debut is for you. Jett Bennett is a young New York City temp who came to the big city with dreams of becoming a music journalist. Soon she's griping, "I wish someone had told me print was dead." The rhythm of her life in her funky section of Brooklyn is disrupted when she discovers the battered body of a neighbor, and she sets out to find the killer. In the course of her investigation, Jett begins reexamining her own life. She encounters a steady stream of friends, acquaintances, and hangers-on, but music is the glue that holds the story together: the Psychedelic Furs, Warren Zevon, Tom Cochrane, Talking Heads, Hall and Oates, Cindi Lauper and this does not even come close to listing all the musicians mentioned in the song-laced text. Cudmore has preserved for all time a slice of current, hipster Brooklyn.