Straight from the Library: Straight Browsing from the Library: Going Going Dead by Kirsten Weiss

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At an auction, competition can be deadly...

When Maddie attends an estate auction of artifacts from America’s spiritualist era, it’s just another day in the life of a paranormal museum owner…. Until she discovers the body of the murdered auctioneer.

Her mother is convinced the murderer is after a mysterious statuette that once belonged to the town’s Ladies Aid Society. With the holidays approaching, Maddie and friends dive into the mad world of obsessive collectors to find the missing statuette… and a killer.

Maddie tracks her suspects through a secluded gothic estate, in the wineries of Central California, and along the streets of small-town San Benedetto. But this clever criminal is determined to win at all costs. Will the killer use Maddie’s friends as the ultimate weapon against her?

If you love laugh-out-loud mysteries, witty heroines, quirky cats, and a touch of the paranormal, you’ll love Going, Going, Dead, book 6 in the Paranormal Museum mystery series. Read this twisty cozy mystery today!

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I stared down at an antique traveling chest, fit for the maiden voyage of the Queen Mary. The trunk’s leather straps lay undone on the hardwood floor. A sticker with a number and barcode had been loosely affixed to the top, and I checked my catalog.

“Whoa,” I said. “This belonged to Houdini.” The famous magician had also been known for exposing spiritualist frauds. Was that why Solomon had acquired the chest?

“Anything connected to Houdini is potentially—” Herb clamped his mouth shut.

“Haunted?”

“No,” he said quickly. “There are no rumors of any hauntings attached to this chest.”

I bit back a smile. He didn’t have to worry about me making a bid. I was all in for Zoltan. “Do you think it’s a magic show chest, or just a traveling chest?” A winsome magician’s assistant could easily fit inside it.

“Traveling,” he said, “definitely.” He reached for the lid.

“I don’t think we’re allowed to touch the items that are for sale.”

“Please.” He rolled his eyes. “You’d be a fool to buy anything without thoroughly examining it first.” Herb lifted the lid.

I’d like to say I had a premonition, a foreboding. But I didn’t even feel a quiver of remorse as I leaned forward, like a rube, to peer inside.

A woman curled in the fetal position stared back at us, her head turned at an awkward angle, her blue eyes blank and very, very dead.

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