I’m an old school Murder, She Wrote fan. Mom and I watched it together when I was little mystery fan and it factors into several prominent memories from my childhood. I’m pretty sure I saw every episode, but when I found it online, I binged it just to make sure.
I can’t decide if Jessica’s friends were lucky she was always there when something happened or if she was bad luck.
Anyway, the title of this one snagged my interest and the blurb looked interesting so I requested it.
New York City, 1939. A rising star at the Daily Trumpet, Elizabeth “Biz” Adams has been sent to the World’s Fair—billed as the “World of Tomorrow,” a look toward a brighter future even as the drumbeats of war grow louder—to cover a robbery. What she stumbles upon instead is a dead woman, dumped into the Aquacade’s pool with a nylon stocking wrapped around her neck.
Elizabeth snaps a photo as the police arrest Joey Dorman, a gentle young hot dog vendor who made no secret of his obsession with the murder victim. Even though she’s thrilled that her photo makes the front page, the fear and confusion evident on Joey’s face are haunting. So Elizabeth vows to prove his innocence—or his guilt—with her partner at the Daily Trumpet, Ralph Kaminsky. Meanwhile, her romance with Detective Sal Marino is heating up, and Elizabeth is more determined than ever to follow her heart.
But when Kaminsky’s efforts to expose the real killer land him in the hospital, Elizabeth is forced to continue the investigation on her own. And as she tries to narrow down the long list of suspects, she discovers a dark secret running through the Fair—a secret some would kill to protect.
I didn’t realize that it was part of a series until after I read it. It’s nice that you don’t need to read the others for this one to work, but I might go back and read them anyway
I liked the story, even if it was slow in parts and somewhat predictable. It was a good blend of cozy mystery and some historical fiction.
The characters were likable if a little flat. Biz is likable and smart, Kaminzky is painted as your typical cantankerous news man of the 30s.
Bonus: Every time Kaminzky spoke, I heard Jack Webb’s voice.
Do you love a cozy mystery? Is this something you’d like to read?