Disco Dead--Marcia Talley

DEBORAH CROMBIE: It is always a huge treat for me to host Marcia Talley, one of my oldest and dearest friends in the mystery world, and a new Hannah Ives novel is always a cause for celebration. Here's a snippet from just one of the glowing reviews for Disco Dead, her 19th Hannah Ives mystery:

“...As good as the puzzles in this series are, most readers probably don’t come to the Ives books for the mysteries—they come for the characters. Hannah is a perfectly drawn lead, a part-time crime solver who must juggle friends, family, and serious medical issues, along with all manner of everyday concerns. She may be an amateur sleuth, but she lives very much in the real world ... Some long-running series have their ups and downs, but the Ives series has been remarkably consistent.”— David Pitt for Booklist

Sitting down with a new Hannah is like sitting down with a friend you've missed for a cup of tea (or in our case, a glass of wine!) but you don't have to know Marcia, or to have read the previous books, to be instantly drawn in. 

Here's Marcia to tell you more!

Disco Dead (a tip of the hat here to Elaine Viets for the perfect title!) was supposed to be my pandemic novel, the one where Hannah, confined to her home by the Covid lockdown, becomes an armchair detective working on a cold case via the Internet with a small group of volunteers.  My agent and my publisher had other ideas, however. “Nobody wants to re-live the pandemic, Marcia … they want to escape it.”

Sigh.

The cold case idea had grabbed me, though, as had the idea of Hannah using the skills she’d developed over the past several novels as a genealogical researcher to solve a case. Like I did, Hannah started by researching her family tree and got sucked, big time, down the genealogical rabbit hole. In Disco Dead, she gets to dive even deeper.

It all begins innocently enough.

Perhaps I should let Hannah explain.  Here’s the conversation she has with her daughter in the parking lot outside Trader Joe’s:

Emily locked her car and insisted on escorting me to mine. As we crossed the parking lot, shopping cart clattering along the tarmac, she said, ‘So, what are you doing?’

‘You’ll mock.’

‘No, I won’t.’

‘I’m visiting cemeteries. Taking pictures of headstones.’

Emily frowned. ‘That’s seriously creepy, Mom.’

‘You wouldn’t believe how many people on GenTree are looking for photos of their ancestors’ headstones,’ I informed her. ‘I’ve gotten requests from as far away as Thailand.’

‘How . . .?’ Emily began, but I anticipated her question.

‘A while back, I signed up with FindAGrave.com.’ I slotted the shopping cart between my Volvo and a pickup truck, dug my iPhone out of my handbag and tapped the FindAGrave app. ‘Requests are sorted by zip code. You can choose to claim them or not. Look,’ I said, turning the screen in her direction. ‘Here’s the list of requests for the 21037 zip code I’m working with today.’

Emily shielded her eyes from the noonday sun and squinted at the tiny screen. ‘St Luke’s Cemetery I know, but where’s Bayview?’

‘Just off Central Avenue, down in Mayo.’

‘Honestly,’ Emily said after a moment. ‘Couldn’t you have a hobby like normal mothers. Scrapbooking? Candle making? You like to garden. Why don’t you take up bonsai?’

‘I knit,’ I protested.

‘You know what I mean.’

‘Don’t sell it short,’ I said. ‘I stroll around outside, get sun, fresh air and exercise. It’s quiet, nobody to bother you and nobody to talk to but dead people.’

Emily raised both hands, palms out. ‘And everybody always says I march to a different drummer.’

 ‘The acorn doesn’t fall far from the tree,’ I said, matching her cliché for cliché. ‘Wanna see how it works?’

When Emily nodded, I drew her attention to the app again, swiped a couple of screens forward. ‘I locate the headstone, take a picture and upload it to the database while I’m standing right there in the cemetery. It’s a slick piece of software.’

Emily studied the photo on my screen – a 1943 headstone for a woman who had lived to be 102 before ‘falling asleep in the arms of Jesus’ – then surprised me by laughing out loud. ‘It’s still weird, Mom.’

‘My good deeds for the day,’ I said.

Emily helped load groceries into the Volvo, then turned to go. ‘St Luke’s. Isn’t that where that famous general is buried?’

‘James Taylor Johnson,’ I said as I opened the driver’s side door and slid onto the seat. ‘Yes. Old Bloody Jim.’

‘Well, say hello to the good general for me, will you?’

‘Of course. But he won’t be saying much. He’s been dead for one hundred and sixty years.’

Usually on these expeditions, as Hannah says, there’s no one to talk to but the dead, until the day she encounters Isabel “Izzy” Randall laying flowers on the grave of Amy Madison, a St John’s College senior who died in 1978.  As a former investigative reporter for WBNF-TV in Baltimore, Izzy covered the case.  “Her murder was never solved,” Izzy tells Hannah, “and I can’t get it out of my mind.” It’s been more than forty years since Amy’s body was found floating in the Magothy River north of Annapolis, but Izzy never fails to bring flowers to Amy on her birthday.

Sitting at opposite ends of a memorial bench in the churchyard, Izzy fills Hannah in on the long-cold case. Amy had last been seen alive dancing with a young man at Doot’s, an Annapolis disco bar popular with college students and the under thirties crowd.  After a year-long investigation and few leads, the case went cold. “Nobody seems to care about Amy any more,” Izzy laments.

Following their initial meeting, a friendship develops between the two women which leads to Hannah being invited to join Silent Sleuths, where her online research skills compliment the background and experience of the other members of this small, but passionate group of “citizen detectives” who tackle unsolved “orphan” cases like Amy’s. Jack Shelton, a former Annapolis homicide detective, knows how to get his hands on police files, and Mark Wallis, a Navy chaplain, has a masters degree in criminal psychology.  It isn’t long before the Sleuths begin to suspect that Amy’s murder may have been the work of a serial killer.  Izzy’s intense personal interest in Amy’s case trumps the golden rule of armchair investigators:  never go “real life” by contacting victims’ families or any suspects. Naturally, Hannah  . . .

But that would be telling!

In spite of the serious subject matter, I enjoyed writing Disco Dead.  I’ve lived in Annapolis since 1971, so it was fun revisiting those early years when Annapolis was a little sleepier and less yuppified than it is today. Doot’s Bar is a product of my imagination, but other Annapolis restaurants, shops and institutions will be recognized by anyone familiar with the town.

I particularly enjoyed selecting appropriate titles for the chapters of Disco Dead, each being a popular disco song.  Dancing Queen, Mama Mia, Staying Alive were no-brainers, but there’s also this stroll down memory lane: Take a Chance on Me (ABBA), Where Do We Go From Here (The Trammps), I’m So Excited (The Pointer Sisters), Heaven Must Be Missing an Angel (Tavares) and Last Night a D.J. Saved My Life (Indeep), and several dozen others. Maybe you’ll start discoing and singing along! 

Marcia Talley is the Agatha and Anthony award-winning author of DISCO DEAD and eighteen previous novels featuring Maryland sleuth, Hannah Ives. She is editor/author of two collaborative serial novels, NAKED CAME THE PHOENIX and I’D KILL FOR THAT. Her short stories appear in more than a dozen collections.

Marcia is past-president of Sisters in Crime, Inc. and currently serves as president of the Mid-Atlantic Chapter of Mystery Writers of America. She divides her time between Annapolis, MD and a quaint, Loyalist-style cottage on Elbow Cay in the Bahamas.

www.marciatalley.com

Twitter: marciatalleybks

DEBS: ABBA! Those songs instantly take me back to living in Scotland, where they always seemed to be playing on the radio. Now I think I need to rewatch Mama Mia... REDS and readers, who's a disco fan?

Fatal Family Ties--S.C. Perkins

DEBORAH CROMBIE: How many fictional murders (or real life murders, in fact) do NOT have some sort of family tie lurking in the background of the story? Think about it! We love reading about families (we all have them!) and how they can go wrong. And who knows more about families than a genealogist? Here's my friend and fellow Texan Stephanie Perkins to share the inspiration for her latest mystery featuring genealogist Lucy Lancaster.

 

The Civil War-Era Mystery Behind My Cozy Mystery

 S.C.Perkins

I first had the idea for Fatal Family Ties back in 2013, when I read an article in Smithsonian Magazine about the two oldest-living Civil War veterans. It was, in fact, an excerpt from a non-fiction book about the last remaining veterans of the war between the states. In this tale of two soldiers, one fought for the North, one for the South. It was an interesting piece that became truly fascinating for me at the very end with two sentences that threw a punch at the reader:

One of them indeed was a soldier, but one, according to the best evidence, was a fake. One of them had been living a great big lie. 

As it was an excerpt, the piece never stated—or even truly hinted at—whether it had been the Union soldier or the Confederate soldier who had pulled the wool over everyone’s eyes. Which one had been falsely feted, praised, and made into an icon of sorts for being the last survivor of a heinous and pointless war. I finished the article wondering which man had lied, and that wondering turned into the plot for a mystery.

Back in 2013, I was already having ideas about creating a cozy mystery series that involved history in some way. Making my protagonist, Lucy, a genealogist would come not long thereafter, thank goodness. And I knew I wanted to make this article the basis of a genealogical mystery for Lucy to solve. I would get my chance six years later, with the third book in my Ancestry Detective series.

 At first, I planned to more closely follow the idea from the article. Essentially, Lucy would be contracted to discover which of the two men was lying by doing deep research into their military service records. After all, proving the Civil War service records of a soldier isn’t as easy or straightforward as you’d think. While around the turn of the twentieth century, the War Department faithfully recreated the records they had into what’s known as compiled military service records (CMSRs), they could only work with what they had to start with. Record keeping had been shoddy in the Civil War, and records were often lost or destroyed.

As such, there’s very few instances where a descendant can say for certain that their ancestor fought in a particular Civil War battle. A genealogist—amateur or professional—must find multiple sources that give their claims credible proof. And even then, sometimes it still can’t be considered conclusive.

Regardless, I loved the idea of Lucy having to flex her skills as a genealogist to prove which soldier had been truthful about his service. Except there was an issue. Even fictitiously, I had to choose either a Union man or Confederate man as the real former soldier, and the other as the liar.

As a Southerner myself with deep Northern roots—and with ancestors who fought on both sides during the Civil War—I confess I didn’t especially care to make that choice. So, I considered making both soldiers in question as having fought on the same side. (Either side; I would flip a coin.) Or I could have Lucy prove they were both honest men, or quite the opposite. It could have gone in several different ways, all of which were fun to think about and flesh out a bit.  

Trying all these different plot directions eventually solved my original conundrum for me. As it turned out, the two-soldiers idea got in the way of the overall mystery. It also affected a sub-plot I’d had in my mind since day one, in that I wanted the descendant of one of the soldiers to hire Lucy, and she would be Lucy’s former co-worker. (One that hadn’t been overly nice to Lucy when they’d worked together, either.) I wanted to see Lucy in a secondary place of adversity and see how she fared while she worked out the truth about her former co-worker’s ancestor—and solved a murder, naturally.

Thus, my book became about one former Civil War soldier, not two. And the main reason I made him a Confederate soldier was simply because my books are set in Texas, and the descendants of the soldier had stayed and branched out in Texas. While there were men in Texas who fought for the Union—and I did consider this as an option—it was a rarity that would have made Lucy’s researching easier in a way instead of harder. And what would be the fun of making things easier for my plucky genealogist, right?

Even so, I still had to decide. Was my Civil War-era character lying about being a soldier in the war, or was he telling the truth? I’ll confess I didn’t truly know for a long time. I knew which way I hoped it would go, but in the end, I just kept writing and let the story work itself out. And I hope you’ll be happy with where it goes!

 As for the two men from the Smithsonian Magazine piece? Sure, the book would have told me which man fought in the Civil War and which one didn’t, but there’s also a part of me that doesn’t really want to know now. I kind of like thinking of it simply as the mystery I first read in 2013 that gave me a great premise for Fatal Family Ties in 2021. And to this particular mystery, I got to write the ending that satisfied me most.  

 

S.C. Perkins's Fatal Family Ties is the captivating third mystery in the Ancestry Detective series, in which Texas genealogist Lucy Lancaster deals with murders in both the past and present.

Lucy is just about to tuck into a plate of tacos at her favorite Austin joint, Big Flaco’s, when she gets an unexpected visit from her former―and least-favorite―co-worker. Camilla Braithwaite hasn’t gotten much friendlier since the last time Lucy saw her, but that doesn't stop her from asking a favor. In her hand is a newspaper feature on an ancestor, a civil war corporal―and a liar, according to the article. Charles Braithwaite is depicted as a phony and a deserter, and Camilla wants Lucy’s help clearing his name.

Lucy would prefer to spend her free time with her new beau, special agent Ben Turner, but takes the case, making no promises that Camilla will like the outcome of her investigation. Camilla leads Lucy to the Texas History Museum, where their first clue is a triptych painting, passed down in the Braithwaite family for generations, one panel of which has disappeared. But before Lucy can get much further, a member of the Braithwaite family is murdered in his own bed, and another panel of the painting found missing.

There are no shortage of suspects among the Braithwaite clan―including Camilla herself. This case will take Lucy to Houston and back again as she works to find the truth, and catch an elusive killer.

 

S.C. Perkins is a fifth-generation Texan who grew up hearing fascinating stories of her ancestry and eating lots of great Tex-Mex. Her first book, Murder Once Removed, was the winner of the 2017 Malice Domestic Best First Traditional Mystery competition, and an Agatha Award Nominee. She resides in Houston and, when she’s not writing, she’s likely outside in the sun or on the beach. 

DEBS: This is such a fascinating story! It makes me wish I knew if anyone in my family had fought in the Civil War, on either side.  REDS and readers, do you have Civil War veterans in your family   

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