A Death in Vegas
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In "A Death in Vegas," the president of BenBugs, a company that specializes in beneficial bugs for organic gardening, discovers a young woman dead in his Las Vegas hotel suite. She had worked as a sexy lady bug at his convention booth—and he had nothing to do with her death. While that’s being investigated, the FBI raids his booth on a money-laundering scam that he knows nothing about, either. Soon, the coroner doesn’t have good news. The police and FBI are against him—and his wife cannot be found. He flees to find his wife and other answers.
“With his tongue planted firmly in cheek, Christopher Meeks spins a charming and surprisingly sexy tale of murder, betrayal, and the importance of beneficial insects.” –Mark Haskell Smith, author of "Baked" and "Raw: A Love Story"
“I've never, ever wanted to go to Vegas. I don't care if what happens there, stays there. But Christopher Meeks makes me want to go so I can find out who done it. A fun, exciting read, with Chris's usual wonderful writing and great sense of humor. “ –Jessica Barksdale Inclan, author of "Her Daughter's Eyes" and "How to Bake a Man."
“Christopher Meeks had me at page three. I couldn’t wait to find out how Patton Burch was going to explain the naked body he woke up to in his Las Vegas hotel room – first to the cops and then to his wife.” –Sam Sattler, Book Chase
Christopher Meeks
Christopher Meeks writes novels and short fiction. His novel "The Brightest Moon of the Century" landed on three Top-Ten Books of the Year lists for 2009. His short story collection "The Middle-Aged Man and the Sea" was reviewed well in the Los Angeles Times and was listed in Entertainment Weekly in the Top Five independently published books of the year. His other collection, "Months and Seasons" was on the longlist of top collections for the Frank O'Connor International Short Story Award. His play, "Who Lives?" was produced in Los Angeles in 2009 and was nominated for five Ovation Awards, the Tonys of Los Angeles.
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- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5A Death in Vegas by Christopher Meeks is a highly recommended crime novel in which a murder suspect becomes the investigator.
Patton Burch is attending the lawn and garden show in Vegas representing BenBugs, a company he owns that specializes in beneficial bugs for organic gardeners. He has hired a model, who calls herself Chatterly Langstrump, as a sexy lady-bug girl for his booth, hoping to attract business. It seems to be working, so when Patton sort of bumbles into Chatterly at a restuarant after that first day, they end up having dinner together... and end up back in his room when Chatterly is having an asthma attack and needs to lay down. The next morning, after nothing untoward happened the night before, Patton wakes up and discovers Chatterly is dead. Naturally, even when it looks like she died from an asthma attack, Patton is the main suspect.
Patton is sure that the police aren't really working on investigating who Chatterly really is, why she is using an alias, and who wants to kill her, so he goes rogue, after contacting his lawyer, and tries to run his own investigation to discover the answers. At the same time, when Patton tries to explain the situation to his wife, she doesn't believe nothing happened with the bug girl, so she takes off. The trouble multiplies when Patton discovers that the new financier for BenBugs that his wife has made an arrangement with has actually involved them in a money laundering scheme being investigated by the FBI. Hopefully he can find his wife and figure out the financing scheme too, while he's trying to discover Chatterly's identity and who killed her.
You can always count on Christopher Meeks for a well written novel; this time Meeks excells at bringing almost a farcical edge to the humor in A Death in Vegas. The comicality makes this crime novel feel more like a madcap adventure in an old comedy movie with Cary Grant, like Bringing up Baby, or The Bachelor and the Bobby-Soxer. Patton is managing to investigate the murder and he is getting answers, but even when the action is getting tense, there is an element of humor right beneath the surface. Yes, this is a murder mystery, but you will find yourself laughing or smiling your way through this novel. (Actually, once you discover the bug girl is going by the alias of Chatterly Langstrump, you should realize that humor will have a large role in this novel.)
While I did enjoy this latest by Meeks, I must admit that Blood Drama is still my favorite book by Christopher Meeks - to date.
Thanks to Christopher Meeks for providing my review copy. - Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5When Patton Burch does a good deed he never expected it to put him on the run from both the Las Vegas police department and the FBIFacing a long stretch in jail for a murder he didn't commit he decides that if the authorities aren't going to investigate then he will just have to do it himself.What follows is a well written amateur detective murder mystery which has twists and turns aplenty for our hero before he finally solves the case.I really liked the way the novel was constructed - it was entertaining, informational and went at a good pace without getting bogged down too much with unnecessary detail.The plot was good and there are no glaring plot-holes to distract the reader.My only criticism of the audio version is when one of the characters who is from New Zealand speaks in an accent which is a mix of Bert from Mary Poppins and Crocodile Dundee - an issue that would not be present in the book version. The Narrator is otherwise excellent
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5loved, loved, and loved A Death in Vegas by Christopher Meeks. It is a standalone mystery but it could easily be the start of a series. Patton Burch, like the tree except spelled with a u instead of an i) is the president of BenBugs, a company that sells beneficial bugs to gardeners. That they don’t have to use sprays. Patton is at a business convention in Las Vegas. He hired a smart, sexy and engaging model named Chatterley to pose as a bug at his booth. She meets him for dinner with her friend. She seems to be worried about someone pursuing her and she ends up in his room. Her asthma very bad so she has to use her inhaler. And she lays down to get some rest and Patton takes the other side of the bed when she doesn’t wake up. In the morning, he finds her in the other room of the suite by the air conditioner, dead. He contacts the police but since he was the last one to see her, the police take it for granted that he is the killer and he had slept with her. Not true.From then on, Patton Burch falls down a rabbit hole of problems. Will his wife believe that he did not have sex with the model? How will he convince the police that he is not the murderer? He later learns that his wife is in a big mess too. He has to investigate to save himself but every corner that he turns things get worse for him. As the clues are collected, he sinks deeper into trouble with the police and the real killer. But as these events happen, you are rolling with laughter! Christopher Meeks has a unique talent for turning the grim into pure comedy. He must have researched the places. I recognized the traits of Las Vegas, and LA from my own memories. I learned about changes in Las Vegas since I was last there and also learned about the wine county. Patton Burch knows that he needs to track down Chatterley’s previous life in the wine country and learn all he can about her in order to find the murderer. His grand chase is one to remember and enjoy.I highly recommend this comedic mystery to all mystery lovers.I received this Advanced Reading Copy from Partners in Crime in exchange for an honest review. That fact in no way influenced my thoughts or feelings in this review.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5*Book source ~ A review copy was provided in exchange for and honest review.Patton Burch, owner of BenBugs, is at a Lawn and Garden convention in Vegas when he wakes up to find the woman playing a ladybug at his booth dead in his hotel room. Even though nothing happened between him and the beautiful Chatterley, now that she’s dead, in his room, everyone’s going to think he was banging the ladybug. And that includes his wife. Oh, dear. But that’s not the end of his troubles. When forensics determine Chatterley was murdered he becomes Suspect Number One. And then the FBI descends on his convention booth accusing his company of money laundering. He’s an ordinary boring guy. How is all of this happening to him? When it looks like the Vegas police have him tried and convicted of a murder he didn’t commit before they even arrest him, he feels it’s up to him to prove his innocence by following the clues of Chatterley’s life. Not an easy task since she’s changed her name and was either running from something or someone or she’s hiding something. But he’s watched lots of crime shows on television. He’s got this handled. Right?This is one engaging story. Patton is an interesting guy even if he acts goofy sometimes. Following him around as he tries to discover about Chatterley is quite entertaining. The mystery is twisty, the characters are well-developed and the story is sprinkled with humor. Plus, I love his occupation. Are there really companies out there like that? If not, why not?! Of course, it might be a tad hard to keep bugs contained in your yard to do their job. Wide open spaces, doncha know. Still…interesting idea.All-in-all an entertaining humorous mystery that will have you smiling while you try to figure out who the killer is.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5When Patton Burch does a good deed he never expected it to put him on the run from both the Las Vegas police department and the FBIFacing a long stretch in jail for a murder he didn't commit he decides that if the authorities aren't going to investigate then he will just have to do it himself.What follows is a well written amateur detective murder mystery which has twists and turns aplenty for our hero before he finally solves the case.I really liked the way the novel was constructed - it was entertaining, informational and went at a good pace without getting bogged down too much with unnecessary detail.The plot was good and there are no glaring plot-holes to distract the reader.My only criticism of the audio version is when one of the characters who is from New Zealand speaks in an accent which is a mix of Bert from Mary Poppins and Crocodile Dundee - an issue that would not be present in the book version. The Narrator is otherwise excellent
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A Death in Vegas - Christopher Meeks
Praise for A Death in Vegas
"The only certainty about a Christopher Meeks novel is that the readers' senses will be delighted with his originality, superb writing, warmly sympathetic characters and clever plotting.A Death in Vegasneatly fits in the cozy mystery genre and becomes literary fiction in the hands of this deft wordsmith." –Linda Hitchcock,Midwest Book Review
With his tongue planted firmly in cheek, Christopher Meeks spins a charming and surprisingly sexy tale of murder, betrayal, and the importance of beneficial insects.
–Mark Haskell Smith,author ofBaked andRaw: A Love Story
I've never, ever wanted to go to Vegas. I don't care if what happens there, stays there. But Christopher Meeks makes me want to go so I can find out who done it. A fun, exciting read, with Chris's usual wonderful writing and great sense of humor.
– Jessica Barksdale Inclan, author of Her Daughter's Eyes and How to Bake a Man.
"Christopher Meeks had me at page three. I couldn’t wait to find out how Patton Burch was going to explain the naked body he woke up to in his Las Vegas hotel room – first to the cops and then to his wife." – Sam Sattler, Book Chase
"A Death in Vegas by Christopher Meeks is a highly recommended crime novel in which a murder suspect becomes the investigator. You can always count on Christopher Meeks for a well written novel; this time Meeks excels at bringing almost a farcical edge to the humor." – Lori Lutes, She Treads Softly.
Other Books by Christopher Meeks
Blood Drama
Love at Absolute Zero
The Brightest Moon of the Century
Months & Seasons
The Middle-Aged Man and the Sea
Who Lives (A Drama)
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictionally. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
Print ISBN: 978-0-9836329-9-3
Library of Congress Control Number: 2014902801
Copyright © 2014 by Christopher Meeks
First Edition
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Editor: Lynn Hightower
Associate editor: Carol Fuchs
Book design by Deborah Daly
Published by White Whisker Books, Los Angeles, 2014
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For my readers and for the students I teach.
A Death in Vegas
CHRISTOPHER MEEKS
Smashwords Edition
White Whisker Books
Los Angeles
It has been said that it takes ten days to form habits. Only ten days! If we take pains to persevere for ten days, we will be well on our way to good and Godly habits.
– homeschooling expert Lorraine Curry
I don't have any bad habits. They might be bad habits for other people, but they're all right for me.
– composer and musician Eubie Blake
Table of Contents
Praise for A Death in Vegas
Chapter One
Chapter Two (Day 1)
Chapter Three (Day 2)
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight (Day 3)
Chapter Nine (Day 4)
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven (Day 5)
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen (Day 6)
Chapter Fourteen (Day 7)
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen (Day 8)
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen (Day 9)
Chapter Nineteen (Day 10)
Acknowledgements
About the Author
Other Books by Christopher Meeks
CHAPTER ONE
Under the hotel’s sheets, hands on his chest the way the dearly departed lay, Patton Burch blinked into the void of the ceiling, staring past it to the night before. He smiled. After drinking too much the previous evening, he had still remained the gentleman—except in his dreams where he’d made love to Chatterley. Should he feel guilty? Probably.
He turned. The other side of the bed was now empty. He’d slept so well, best in months, that he hadn’t heard her get up. The sound of the hotel’s shower, gentle as a rain, swept into the room. Chatterley’s clothes, which she’d slept in, lay as if hastily discarded on the floor. What if she was feeling better, amorous, even? He pictured her showering, comfortable in her body that men craned their necks for. The truth of the situation was that he was now sober, and she was young, vulnerable. The last thing she needed was an older guy taking advantage of her.
Patton lifted the sheets and saw his boxers were on. He didn’t remember getting out of his clothes. He did remember how Chatterley had trouble breathing last night, and between the drinking and another shot from her inhaler—a bronchial dilator, she called it—she’d been feeling sick again. She’d thought that strange. I sometimes get shaky after using it,
she said. It’s like having too much coffee, but I’ve never felt nauseous like this.
She wanted to close her eyes for a few minutes, so he’d offered his bed. Thank you,
she said. I just need to relax and catch my breath.
That led to her falling deeply asleep on his bed. He let her be. He’d mixed himself another gin gimlet and watched a Star Trek rerun. Captain Picard was on a planet where he had a wife and family. He wasn’t a starship captain anymore but worked as an iron weaver, and no one believed him that there was a space vessel called the Enterprise. He came to love and accept his new family and let go of his past life.
After that, Patton had been too tired and dizzy to stay up. He remembered checking on Chatterley in the bedroom, hearing her breathe steadily and easily. He’d thought he’d just lie on the bed in his clothes, but here he was under the covers. He wasn’t used to drinking, but it was Vegas. Ah, the fantasy of it all: a woman like her in bed with him. But he had to let her go. He loved his wife—and he wasn’t like his father.
He could still smell grapefruit on the sheets. When he was a kid and even skinnier, for breakfast his mother would painstakingly cut each section of grapefruit halves for her family. Each pulpy chunk, cut from its heart wall, could easily be scooped up carousel fashion, one by one, and the sour sweet juice could be slurped. He loved that smell. In his dreams, there was something so pure and innocent about Chatterley’s small tight frame, naked and fruity, that their lovemaking seemed as fun as the first time he’d floated down a freshly snowed hill on a sled. In dreams, we get what we need.
Chatterley was showering now. Maybe he should step out and let her have some privacy. He sat bolt upright. Was his wife due in this morning? No. Maybe tomorrow. He held his chest, feeling the pounding of his heart. Calm down. Nothing had happened. As he thought about the situation more, it wasn’t as if he told Tess everything he did anyway. He’d snuck out to a few afternoon movies over the years and never mentioned them, and she certainly never asked. People could never be completely transparent to their mates.
The shower was completely steady sounding. He sat up, frowning. When someone’s in a shower, movement makes the sound vary. Wasn’t Chatterley in it? Patton turned his head toward the bathroom door. It was open. That’s why the sound was so loud. Chatterley?
he said. No answer.
He swung his legs over the side and stood. They hadn’t closed the thick curtains against the daylight, so the western light, filtered by rare cloud cover, gave the beachscapes on the walls color. Outside, the gentle clay-colored hills far to the west looked flat. Considering that nothing green grew naturally in this area, Las Vegas was an unnatural place for a Lawn and Garden show, but this show was the biggest.
On her side of the bed on the floor, Chatterley’s purse was upside down with everything in it spread out, including a few coins, her friend Faith’s keychain, and a few panty shields. It was as if she had been desperate for something. Perhaps she’d merely kicked it accidentally. Then he saw her inhaler was in two parts: a small aerosol can and the blue plastic part that the can fit in. He picked up the can. It was empty. She must’ve been looking for another. Why hadn’t she awakened him to help?
He strode into the steamy bathroom. Chatterley?
The room had both a large whirlpool bathtub for two and a separate shower with a glass door. She wasn’t in either, though the shower was still on, pouring out steamy water. How could she leave it on? He turned it off, and the silence made her absence that much more profound. Did she step into the living room for a moment? Perhaps she’d put on a hotel robe and zipped to the pool. But without a suit? She could be topless in her panties, and the guests would love it. It was Vegas. She had beautiful breasts.
He could hear the air conditioner, a wide unit wedged into the wall near floor level in the living room, with its fan on high. As he moved toward the room, he was freezing with only his shorts on.
He stepped into the living room and saw her, near the Stratocaster, crouched naked on her knees before the long wide air conditioner. Her hands outstretched like a swimmer scooping the cool air. It looked erotic. There you are,
he finally said, wondering about her intentions. He really couldn’t act on them. Are you really that hot? Are you okay?
She didn’t move. Was she asleep? Her head, between her arms, rested on the thick carpet. Chatterley?
he said and kneeled down to her level. He touched her to wake her, and his first thought was she shouldn’t have been in front of the air conditioner so long because her skin felt downright cold. He shook her. Chatterley.
She splayed onto her side. Her eyes were open. She didn’t appear to breathe. She stared skyward as if frozen in surprise.
CHAPTER TWO (Day One)
The day before had been his birthday, his forty-second. With more than eight hours on the convention floor and only Cheetos and a ham sandwich taken from the Scotts Miracle-Gro booth for fuel, the first day’s work was done. Along with his sales crew, Patton had shown beneficial bugs to industry buyers at Las Vegas’s Lawn and Garden World, part of the National Hardware Show. His company, BenBugs, The Organic Choice,
had a large and cherished corner display area with no tables. It stood at the intersection of two green-carpeted aisles, which, like two intersecting rivers, had brought people steadily to his shore. Two more days to go, but the first day of selling had ended with a bang. After a phone call, it was time to get himself a celebratory dinner at Envy, a nearby elegant steakhouse. He could feel it: his life was about to change.
As he stepped outdoors from the Convention Center, the heat slammed into him. Even in May after five p.m., Vegas was hot. He didn’t want to walk far, after all, and Envy was in the Renaissance Hotel just across the lot. He was originally going to go to the Stratosphere because he loved the view as well as the food, but fuck it; a juicy expensive steak nearby was in order. As he walked across the huge parking lot toward it, his cell phone vibrated in his pocket. He pulled the phone out and saw it was his wife.
Tess,
he said, feeling particularly happy.
Great news,
she said, equally bright.
You got Birnam to fund our expansion?
Venture capitalists always think they can own you.
A problem?
he said.
What the fuck, Patton? Why do you assume I create problems? I said good news.
So tell me.
He shook his head. Sometimes she did create problems, but she’d never admit it.
I hammered out all the final details today.
Do we still have controlling interest?
Who was the one who insisted on that?
she said.
So you did it?
Yeah. Hey, hey.
When do we get the money?
He has to go over the terms with his accountant and attorney. Papers should be drawn up in days. After that, very quickly. He’ll wire it. Ten days tops. It’s done.
Wow. You’re amazing,
he said. Good. It’d been his idea to get a partner to grow nationally. They had deals throughout the West, but now with this and what just happened at the Convention Center, they might even go public someday.
There’s always the unexpected, but, yeah, we’re done,
she said confidently. Consider it your birthday present, my handsome man.
No Porsche?
I have something better, my love.
He could picture her sitting with her evening glass of wine in their living room. She was probably in one of her elegant pantsuits, having kicked off her spiky heels. Thirty-eight, four years younger than he, she still looked great, often working out at the gym, and she shared his love of snow- and water-skiing. Her clothes gave her command in her sales calls. She sold with the tenacity of a boxer with the cheer of a game show host. He knew she thought of herself as running the company, but the fact was, BenBugs was his idea, which she originally thought was silly. Chemicals are what made our food supply great, and you should stay in chemicals,
she had said then. The tried and true.
She was pushing modems in those days and was the top salesperson in her company. She had always been tops in sales. She also could be wonderfully sexual.
How’s the convention going?
she now asked. How’s the ladybug girl turning out?
She’s fine.
Just fine?
He knew she wanted him to say her sex sells
idea worked. What the hell. Compliments were free. All right, she’s fabulous. She drew in the guy from Target, Wayne Jones-Bradbury.
That fat fuck?
I took him through our line, gave him our brochures, and he agreed to meet us next week in Los Angeles to consider our bugs for all their stores with nurseries nationwide.
Shit. Next week is fabulous. I can’t believe both of these things happened at once. And good things come in threes.
We both did well.
He wanted some acknowledgement.
I could kiss you all over,
she said.
Really? Is that my present?
Perhaps these fortunes would translate at last to the bedroom. He’d stopped initiating of late because she kept saying she wasn’t in the mood or was tired. Change of life, she said. A guy can take only so many no’s, even from his wife. Perhaps these business wins would be a kick to her hormones. That would be a third good thing. I haven’t eaten all day. I’m going for a steak,
he said.
Try Envy. It’s in the Renaissance right by the convention center.
I’m already headed there.
Good minds think alike,
she said.
Yes,
he said. Might you make it to the convention tomorrow?
Let me finish up with our lawyer tomorrow for Birnam. Maybe I can make the last day. If I can’t, the staff will help you, right?
See you when I see you,
he said.
You okay?
she asked.
Just tired. Your news is good, though.
Maybe you should go play your guitar,
she said. I love listening to you play.
Thanks,
he said. Sleep well.
When he stepped into Envy, the restaurant cheered him up more: red patterned chairs, cherry wood paneling, and big basket lights that made him blink.
There at the curved bar in a lounge chair sat a ladybug—or, rather, Chatterley, the woman they’d hired to be a ladybug at his booth all day. He smiled. Her costume was designed like a sleeveless French maid’s outfit with black platform shoes. Her long red stockings that ended mid-thigh and the tight red bodice each featured black dots. A black tutu spread like a lace umbrella from her waist, and her shoulder-length dark hair curled like a movie star’s. Chatterley had pulled in many people all day. The booth’s traffic was the best ever. Even the geeks at the electric-death rat zapper booth across the aisle had stared at her continuously. Sex sold.
On the barstool, Chatterley sat on one leg and had taken off her antennae and wings, talking intensely with another woman her age, mid-twenties. The woman wore black pants and a white halter-top and appeared concerned. Should he approach them? No. They were probably into some boyfriend problem or fretting over which dance clubs to hit that night, and who was he but Chatterley’s latest employer? He knew a hello would be awkward. He needed to stay focused, think more about Jones-Bradbury.
He left the restaurant. He’d go back to his original idea, the Stratosphere. In front of the hotel, a yellow cab pulled up, and Patton waved to it. The driver nodded. Just as Patton approached the rear door, a hairy, bearded man in a sleeveless black t-shirt and black leather pants raced over and opened the door, shoving his tattooed girlfriend in. Hey,
Patton shouted. That’s my cab.
I don’t see you in it,
said the guy, glaring and sizing him up. Get another.
No. The driver nodded at me, and it’s my cab. There are rules.
Patton pointed to the woman in the back. Get out. This is my cab.
The woman with far too much mascara looked raccoon-eyed at her boyfriend. The man, either a bass player for a metal band or a bad conceptual artist, spun around and punched Patton hard in the shoulder. Surprised, Patton turned to a doorman in a red uniform and shouted, Are you seeing this?
The doorman shouted back, Get the next cab,
and hurried inside.
The bearded man was moving into the car, and Patton knew that he probably shouldn’t do anything, but this wasn’t right. He grabbed