By Charles Deemer
A screenwriter getting better from melanoma in a small Nevada city investigates the plain suicide of a prostitute in a criminal brothel and starts off a trip of twists and turns appropriate for a Hollywood mystery.
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This is my assistant. ” She was eager enough to talk, which I took to mean she was relieved to have someone who listened and took her seriously. Gil impressed me by the way he led her into telling the story of her daughter and why she believed Brooke would never kill herself. They were estranged, Anita said from the start, because she did not approve of her daughter’s occupation as a prostitute, legal or not. How such an idea could even occur to a nice girl from Boise was beyond Anita’s comprehension.
Cheyenne reached for the sheets but I didn’t release them. “You know, something like this is just what my book needs. If I end up writing it. ” 61 CHARLES DEEMER / DEAD BODY IN A SMALL ROOM I handed her the sheets. ” Cheyenne returned the sheets to the folder, and the folders to the drawer. We faced one another across the room. Cheyenne seemed to be weighing something in her mind, perhaps trying to decide whether or not to offer me a drink. “Well,” she said when the silence became unbearable. ” She started to say something and stopped.
Each of the sheets was part of a narrative about the Kree, and each was filled with the crossouts, additions and marginal notes that only could come from a professional writer, or an amateur with professional ambitions. It was my guess that Brooke had been working on an article or a book about the religious cult. And this, of course, had intriguing implications. “Really different,” I said. Cheyenne reached for the sheets but I didn’t release them. “You know, something like this is just what my book needs.