How do you know an elephant’s been in your refrigerator?
By the footprints in the butter.
Regrettably, Wiley Jamestone’s killer didn’t leave footprints. Or fingerprints.
Ingrid Beaumont’s high school reunion turns up a few surprises. World-renowned artist, Wylie Jamestone, turns up dead, her husband turns up alive, and her high school sweetheart turns up at the reunion party.
In her own mind, Ingrid is the quintessential amateur sleuth. She enjoys riddles but has never solved a real mystery in her life. In his own mind, Hitchcock is the quintessential well-trained pooch, even though he only knows eight commands and responds best to baddog and getdownoffthecouchyousonofabitch.
But now, whether she wants to play detective or not, Ingrid has no choice. Wylie left her an elephant riddle clue: “How do you make a statue of an elephant?” And a note pinned to his latest canvas reads: “Give this to Ingrid. Let the treasure hunt begin.”
Now, the killer is after her. Can she survive poison, anti-war fortune cookies, and Charlie Bronson’s booby-trapped pantyhose?
Reviews for FOOTPRINTS IN THE BUTTER:
"Quick-moving dialog; revelatory re-creations of past events; the
idiosyncrasies of Ingrid's dog, Hitchcock; and recurrent elephant jokes
provide ample entertainment." ~ Library Journal
“Filled with elephant jokes lame enough to tickle the sternest Puritan, FOOTPRINTS IN THE BUTTER is not just another romantic mystery. Dietz tackles a couple of important issues within the story, issues that readers might want to address in quieter moments. ~ Romance Communications
“Sharp, sassy, chock full of wisecracks, with a protagonist who could rival V.I. Warshawski.” ~ Affaire de Coeur
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