TITLE: Opelika Ladies Murder Society
GENRE: Cozy Mystery
When the Alabama Azaleas book club decides to read only Agatha Christie novels for a year, townspeople start showing up dead, murdered the same nights as book club and in the exact same manner featured in the month’s selection. The women must work together to find the killer before the next murder takes place — even if that means implicating one of their own.
The Alabama Azaleas kept two rules sacrosanct: no spouses allowed at book club and members must make every meeting, except in instances of death, injury that required a visit to the ER, or natural disasters.
Annelle stooped to wipe up Pearl’s vomit with a wad of paper towels. That first rule mercifully saved her husband, Beau, from having to help clean up the mess brought on by discussion of this month’s book selection.
“I’m sorry for getting sick. I can’t even remember when we started reading such unladylike literature.” The diminutive Pearl looked like a doll propped up on the sofa. Her feet dangled inches from the floor when she leaned back into the sofa’s enveloping cushions.
“I don’t see what the fuss is all about,” Myrtle whined. “All I said is that the murderer was pretty clever to truss up the victim like a human turducken.”
“Shut up, Myrtle,” the Zay-Zays shouted in unison.
The Azaleas — Opelika’s oldest and most venerable book club — had long been fans of murder mysteries and thrillers, gobbling up the horrid details like pickle sandwiches and cheese straws. Tonight’s particularly gory selection pushed Pearl’s delicate sensibilities to the breaking — or rather, barfing — point. The murderer had stitched one victim’s pet hamster and rabbit in his body cavity similar to the deboned turkey-duck-chicken monstrosity some families served at Thanksgiving.
“You’re not alone, Pearl,” Annelle said. “It's time for a change.”