The New Orleans Go Cup Chronicles

Wall Street Journal best-selling author Colleen Mooney delivers a zany, offbeat thrill ride that will keep you on the edge of your seat. You’d think a mystery that begins with an eligible man taking a bullet might be a bit dark, but Colleen Mooney has something else in mind, something like a screwball chase all over town, from Lee Circle to the Lakefront, with a stop at Charity Hospital, and finally to the French Quarter’s favorite gay dance club, at all times accompanied by Schnauzers, one of them named Geaux Cup. 

Good Catholic school girl that she is, Brandy Alexander’s a true and trusted friend, not to mention something of a detective. So, when Brandy’s best friend Julia, the ex-stripper-turned-hotelier, finds her first guest covered in blood, lying half on and half off a broken bed, with Julia’s panties swinging from the chandelier, she gets Brandy on the horn. Cool-hand Brandy assesses the situation and carries out the only sensible course of action: First, she makes a pot of coffee, then she calls the police.

Brandy witnesses a murder at a drive thru joint with the unlikely name of Cluck It: Chicken by the Bucket. And then it turns out nothing at the scene’s what it seems, or at any rate nobody’s who they seem. Seems Cluck It is not just a place to clog your arteries but also a transgender hangout. And with that discovery, you know you're in New Orleans. 

This will be Brandy’s first Christmas without Dante, but she is determined to enjoy the holiday going to parties and even a “Yappy Hour” with Jiff and both of their schnauzers. Brandy stops to deliver mistletoe for Julia’s party that night when Frank, Julia’s handyman, drags her into the mayhem surrounding the guest list. It seems everyone Julia invited has a grudge against her, and they all confirmed they are coming to her party.

A much needed vacation turns deadly. A weekend getaway at the beach with Jiff was just what they both needed, but their plans for a relaxing escape are ruined when Brandy discovers a dead body under a pier. Does a dog hold the key to solving the case? There’s a leash wrapped around the dead woman’s wrist and no dog. Brandy finds the missing dog and more than she bargained for with flash drives sewn in the dog’s collar. Brandy learns the murdered woman’s ex-husband is connected to the sleepy little beach town in more ways than the dead body.

She had been friends with the judge for years. The party, celebrating his Best Judge of the Year award, had all his friends there. By all accounts, it was a success, but he forgot his jacket. She didn’t mind returning it, and that’s when she found his body in a pool of blood. Who wanted him dead...the most? Her old beau Dante, the homicide captain, wants her to stay out of it.

It was the perfect date night...until they saw their friend’s house explode. Was it an accident with the Fourth of July fireworks? Brandy and Jiff barely have time to catch their breath. The house destroyed, the mystery began. No bodies were discovered in the rubble. Where were Sophie and Ian? Fearing foul play, Brandy gets to work. The house destroyed, the mystery began. No bodies were discovered in the rubble. 

On a foggy night in the French Quarter... Brandy and Jiff were on a walk when they met him. Why did he hand her a note? There was something strange about the fellow. His clothes and hat made him look like a newspaper man from the '60s. But it was what he had typed on that piece of paper that deepened the mystery. A sort of prediction, that claimed three things would happen and they couldn’t stop it. Who was he? Why did Brandy believe him? She had always been good at reading people.

Ava had known Brandy since they were kids. She had a gift for knowing when people lied to her. Brandy never did. When her FBI-trained friend transferred back from New York to the New Orleans office, her first call was to her old friend. The ad for the apartment looked promising, so off they went. It wasn’t the best neighborhood. They could tell by the two gun shots. And just like that, there was a murder to solve.