Coming down to the last two chapters of the final draft of (drum roll, please)Â The Drowned Doll.
The title may change before it sees print, but that’s what it’s called now. It ties into the plot, trust me. My first shot at a contemporary murder mystery. In describing it to my agent, she termed is “a cozy” which I gather means it’s in the vein of Nero Wolfe or Hercule Poirot rather than Thomas Harris or James Lee Burke. Minimum of gore, emphasis on problem solving. Except for a smidgin of bad language and the fact that there is, y’know, some sex (none on stage/page), kids could read this. …
