Title: A Cemetery, a Cannibal and the Day of the Dead
Author: CC Dragon
Genre: Paranormal Cozy Mystery
Cover Designer: Viola Estrella
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A loyal Chicago girl who loves deep dish pizza, the Cubs, and The Lake, CC Dragon is fascinated by the metaphysical and paranormal. She loves creating characters, especially amateur sleuths who solve mysteries. A coffee and chocolate addict who loves fast cars, sheâs still looking for a hero who likes to cook and cleanâ¦so she can write more!
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A straight woman owning a drag club in the French Quarter might seem odd. After Katrina hit, there were some unexpected property opportunities. Only having Ivy around made it a smart move. She had the Long and Big Easy turning a profit and packed every night. The dÃ©cor changed and now it was decked out for Halloween. Smoky grays and full moons. Neon orange and green lights marked the dancefloor.
As always, hot shirtless men served drinks. I walked in and found Greg at a corner table staring at the glass bar. Following his line of sight, I saw Gunnar talking with Ivy and a tall handsome man in drag. Iâd seen a lot of drag but a black man dressed as a very pretty Marilyn Monroe was a first for me. He pulled it off well.
Before I was noticed by Ivy, I headed over to Greg. âThatâs Brody?â
âYou donât like him? Herâ¦whatâs her drag name?â I asked.
âBrandy on the Rocks,â he replied.
âOkay then. Whatâs wrong with her?â I asked.
âI havenât gone over. Ivy just does this all the time. Half of them she doesnât bring here. She dates around,â he said.
âNo law against that.â I knew Greg cared about his drag queen cousin. They were quite different but both adults.
âI worry about her. I want her protected. Another drag queen. In this political climate?â Greg asked.
âSo, her getting married to a big burly guy is better?â I asked.
âSafer. Brody isnât weak but lean. I keep looking at them. I think this might be the one.â Greg kept staring at them.
âJealous? You can settle down whenever you want. Ex-priest wedding or gay wedding, Iâm good with both.â I shrugged.
He smiled. âI can take care of myself.â
âStern outer layer, always-so-tough Greg. Ivy wears her heart on her sleeve. Doesnât mean sheâs weaker than us. Sometimes sheâs better at relating to people because sheâs not pushing the emotions away.â I watched for a moment and saw what Greg saw.
The sparkle wasnât just coming from Ivy. Brandy (aka Brody) stared at Ivy like she was a goddess.
âHow long have they really been dating?â I asked.
âGunnar asked around. Sounds like a couple of months at least. No one has a bad word to say about Brody, except an ex-boyfriend who seems bitter. He manages a bridal shop.â Greg sipped from a bottle of water.
âSounds pretty normal for Ivy. Good.â I pulled out my phone and texted Ivy to let her know I was there.
Ivy looked around and I waved. She dragged Brandy over and Gunnar followed.
âDeanna, Greg, this is Brandy. Brody.â Ivy nodded.
âNice to meet you.â I shook her hand.
Why were drag queenâs nails always so much better than mine? I needed to get to a salon. Her French tips had a pretty golden pattern over the nail.
âHi, Greg. Youâre Ivyâs cousin?â Brandy asked.
Her voice was a bit low but drag was about expression, not passing as the opposite sex. Still, it was a little jarring.
Greg nodded. âYep. But sheâs special and has a lot of friends.â
Brandy smiled. âThe obligatory mess with my cousin and Iâll beat you upâ? Thatâs sweet.â
Greg cleared his throat. âNo. Iâm not violent. I figured youâd know I used to be a priest. But she has a lot of friends who look out for her.â
âIncluding police,â I tossed in for fun.
âBe nice, you two.â Ivy smacked Gregâs shoulder.
âI already warned Brandy about Ivyâs inner circle.â Gunnar smiled.
My phone chimed and I checked it. A text from LeBlanc.
Just checking on you from last night. Feeling okay?
I replied: Fine. That was nothing.
A minute later my phone chimed. Where are you?
Was this guy serious? My club.
âWho are you texting now?â Ivy asked.
âLeBlanc. I had a vision last night at the cemetery and he got all freaked. Heâs just supposed to be part of the clinic stuff. I donât know why heâs following me around while I work.â
âHeâs interested in you,â Gunnar said.
âNo. Heâs confused. Thinks heâs getting into business with a freaky psychic person. Itâs fine. I shouldâve taken you with me then heâd have left me alone,â I replied.
âIs he cute?â Brandy asked.
âHot. Like reserved, stern Darcy hot.â Gunnar winked.
âHeâs not.â I rolled my eyes.
âHeâs hot.â Ivy took Gunnarâs side, of course.
I looked to Greg for support.
âIâm no expert on menâs attractiveness, but he seemed interested in you. More than just work. Or friendship. Itâs subtle. Heâs not obvious or crude. Thatâs good,â Greg encouraged.
Ivy grabbed my phone and started texting.
âWhat are you doing? Stop!â I ordered.
âIâm just giving him the address. He can come by and have a drink with friends. Itâs a good test to see how a straight guy does in a gay bar,â Ivy insisted.
I got my phone back and reread the message. At least there were no crazy cutesy emojis in there.