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Praise for SCOOP

5.0 out of 5 stars

Scoop: Frazier’s Obituary Babe Rocks,
This review is from: Scoop (The Cauley MacKinnon Novels)

Reading Kit Frazier’s delightful debut mystery,SCOOP, is like a combo of: eating Ben & Jerry’s ice cream right-out-the-carton, while watching your favorite vintage romantic thriller in your jammies, and then . . . !

5.0 out of 5 stars
Great start to a series
This review is from: Scoop (The Cauley MacKinnon Novels) (Paperback)

Cauley MacKinnon might just be the sexy, less jaded, Texan younger sister of Kinsey Millhone that we’ve all been hoping would show up as Sue Grafton’s series winds its way through to Z. Kit Frazier’s a talented newcomer with a sharp pen and intriguing setting far from the over-worked burbs and suburbs of New York and Los Angeles. I enjoyed this book and can’t wait to get my hands on the next one!


Chapter One

I ducked under the crime scene tape the way I always do, like I know exactly what I’m doing, but this time I was a little more careful on account of the black-clad SWAT guys drawing down around the perimeter. Sometimes I think the only things standing between me and certain doom are instinct, pure dumb luck and a kick ass hairdresser.

“Little early aren’t you, Cauley?” Jim Cantu was lounging against his cruiser looking like a Hispanic Marlboro Man as he surveyed the rugged limestone hills and gnarled oaks at the back of the Barnes’ ranch. “What we got here is your basic suicide threat,” he continued, squinting into the hot, Central Texas sun. “Don’t obituaries get written after somebody’s turned up a corpse?”

“This isn’t for the Sentinel,” I said, swatting dirt from the seat of my jeans. “Scooter called me this morning and said he wanted to talk.”

“Doesn’t matter. No media behind the line,” he said, nodding toward the SWAT guys.

“You’re lucky you didn’t get shot.”

“Calling me media is pure charity on your part,” I said. “And I almost never get shot.”

Cantu grinned down at me as I settled in beside him. Every now and then, Cantu cuts me a break, because once upon a time, he’d been a rookie beat cop when my dad was a detective and he sometimes steps in where my dad left off.

Cantu and I stood, staring at the tumble of weathered planks of the shed where Scott

Barnes had holed up, presumably sucking on the business end of a shotgun.

This wasn’t the earth-shattering incident it might seem elsewhere in the world. Here, you don’t ask if you have any crazy people in the family. You ask which side they’re on.

In Texas, we believe our own myths, and the wet heat of summer presses heavily on already fanciful minds.

Crossing his arms, Cantu looked at the bruise that was blooming on my forehead. “All

right, blondie, I give. What happened to your head?”

“Banged it on a big piece of wood,” I said. Despite a raging hangover, I’d climbed a

crosstie fence to get past the police line. I was hot and sweaty, and I had enough dirt

under my nails to re-pot a geranium. Plus, now I had a bump on my head and a hole in

my jeans, which showed a big patch of pre-laundry day, Wal-Mart underwear. These

things almost never happen when you’re wearing nice undies.

“Hurricane Cauley.” Cantu shook his head. “You want off obits? Go chase a real story.

I hear El Patron’s on the move.”

I had to stop myself from growling. Cantu knew I’d sell my Aunt Kat’s china for a

story that would get me off the obituary page, and while I’d been assigned to do some of

the research on El Patron the latest South American syndicate to set up shop in Central

Texas the News Boys on the City Desk got the byline on the story. For the most part, I

spend my days re-writing death notices, and if I’m lucky, I occasionally get to do legwork

for the real reporters.

But getting something on El Patron could fix that for me. Organized crime was

nothing new in Texas, but El Patron crossed the city limits into Looney-ville when they

shoved a heavy duty Firestone around some poor bastard’s shoulders and burned him

alive. Talk about a front-page, above-the-fold scoop.

“Yeah, well, El Patron will have to wait,” I said, and winced as one of the SWAT guys

with an orange-stocked sniper rifle disappeared into a thicket of sage. “Did you have to

call the Jump Out Boys?” I said, staring at the rest of the SWAT team, which was

scattered among bushes and perched in the gnarled forks of live oaks.

“Had to,” Cantu said. “I got dinner duty tonight.”

“You called SWAT because it’s your turn to cook?” I said, thinking of Cantu’s three

kids who could make a sane person call SWAT on a good day. “You know Scooter never

hurt anybody.”

“And he won’t hurt anybody. Captain’s called a negotiator.”

“We don’t need a negotiator. Let me talk to him.”

“You talked to him last time.”

“Hey,” I said. “That thing with the goats was not my fault.”

Cantu snorted. “You busted in the back of that pet store and scared los cabritos so bad

they passed out cold.”

“They were those weird fainting goats,” I said, staring at the shed. I shook my head.

“Exotic animals. I don’t know why Scooter can’t sell dogs and cats like a normal person.”

“He’s not a normal person. He’s a serial suicide. This is the second time he’s threatened

to bite a bullet this month. It’s standard procedure to call SWAT and I shoulda never let

you talk me out of it the first time.”

I started to say that serial suicide was an oxymoron and that Scooter had issues, what

with his wife leaving him and all, when I sucked in a breath and stopped dead in my

tracks. “Who is that?”

Near the fence line, a lone man loomed, speaking into a cell phone as he surveyed the

scene. I’d practically grown up in the West Side substation, and I knew all the precinct

cops and most of the usual suspects.

This guy was no usual suspect.

Tall and bronzed with a wide-legged stance, he was a dead ringer for Captain

America. I had to remind myself to close my mouth. Probably my hormones. I haven’t

had a steady relationship since I installed my shower massage.

“Tom Logan.” Cantu scowled. “FBI.”

“You don’t like him?”

“Nothing personal. We just don’t need a bunch of Feds fucking up a local case.”

“They’re here on a suicide threat? Why would the Feds care if Scooter Barnes is

having a bad day?” I said, but the rumble of an engine rolled over my voice.

“Miranda,” I swore.

Miranda Phillips stepped out of a white van, shook out her platinum hair, smoothed

her slim skirt and tapped her Ferragamo-heeled foot while her television crew set up

outside the flapping yellow crime scene tape. She might have been annoyed. It was hard

to tell because her face never moved. It was frozen in a permanent look of surprise on

account of all those Botox injections.

Miranda has her own wildly successful syndicated column at The Austin Journal, the

Sentinel’s flashier, better-funded rival newspaper and she’s broadening her already

triumphant resume by breaking into television.

Miranda never did time on the obituary page.

Miranda is Barbie, if Barbie gave up her Malibu Beach house to pursue a career in

journalism. She’s tall and blond and has all the accessories, including a closet full of fuck-

me pumps. I, on the other hand, look like Skipper, Barbie’s little sister. Permanently

disheveled and always trying to keep up.

As long as I’ve known Miranda, I’ve never seen her sweat. She uses pretentious words

like “exquisite” and “extraordinary” at inappropriate times.

I know this because a couple of Christmases ago I walked in on her riding my former

husband like a wild, wet pony. Exquisite, she’d panted. Extraordinary.

“How’d she find us so fast?”

“Probably she has that OnStar-navigation-thing,” Cantu said. He looked down at the

hole in my jeans. “You should get that.”

“I don’t need any help,” I said. The old shed was hard to find if you didn’t know where

to look. It was perched on a wooded knoll behind Scooter’s dad’s house on a bend in the

Pedernales River near Paradise Falls. My friends and I used to spend sultry summer

afternoons skinny-dipping in the cold spring waters, a memory not even two years in

Northern California could extinguish.

“You were sneaking into a crime scene,” Cantu pointed out. “You’re not supposed to

be here at all.”

“Yeah, well, if it makes you feel any better these were my favorite jeans.” Miranda

had finished tossing her hair and did a double take when she caught sight of me and


“Well, hello, Carrie,” Miranda purred as she prowled toward us, but she looked right

past me at Cantu like one of those smart bombs in search of a target.

“Cauley,” I said, like she didn’t already know.

“Right,” she said without looking at me. “Like the dog.”

I narrowed my eyes.

“What do we have here?” she said, and I was about to think of something really clever

to say, but it didn’t matter because she was staring at Captain America, who was still

stalking the fence line talking on his cell phone.

I glanced over the horizon expectantly. The News Boys would be on the scene soon.

Luckily, I had anticipated this. You can only screw me four or five times before I start to

notice a pattern. From somewhere down the tree-lined road, a red Toyota four-by-four

rolled up and slid to a stop next to Miranda’s van.

A rangy, pimply-faced kid climbed out of the truck and yelled, “Somebody order a

pizza?” His voice only cracked a little, and it was hardly noticeable, what with all sniper

rifles ratcheting his direction.

“Thirty minutes or less.” I grinned at Cantu. “Just like the ad says.”

The kid was reaching across the passenger seat to pull out a big white pizza box when

a deep voice yelled, “Freeze!”

I watched as six SWAT guys had the pizza kid spread-eagled on the ground and

Miranda was mobilizing her troop of television techs.

“You could go to hell for this,” Cantu called after me.

“They’re trained professionals,” I called back. “They almost never shoot anybody.”

I could hear the falls rushing in the near-distance as I scrambled toward the backside

of the shed. The natural spring plunges down a forty-foot cliff to rush nearly fifteen miles

through the Hill Country, pooling in Paradise Cove not what most people picture when

they think of Texas.

Texas is hot, but it’s not all barren and rocky like the movies, where John Wayne rides

into the sunset over a desert dotted with saguaro cactus. The only pitchfork-shaped cacti

here are imported from Arizona and John Wayne was born in Iowa. Not that we let little

things like facts get in our way.

I pounded on the back door. “Don’t shoot, Scooter! It’s me, Cauley.”

A rustling sound came from inside, followed by a half-hearted sigh. Scooter’s voice

drifted through the back door. “You’re too late. Go away.”

“Can’t do that, Scooter. They’ve got the place surrounded. You’re going to have to

come out.”

I tried the door and heard a chain rattle from the inside. Scooter didn’t say anything. It

was getting hotter by the minute and the smell of cut grass was about to pitch me

headlong into an allergy attack. Mindful of the SWAT team perched around the

perimeter, I crept around the corner of the shed until I found a hole just big enough for a

smallish body.

“Well, crap,” I growled. With much bitching and moaning, I shimmied through the

narrow hole, tearing my shirt on a splintered board. Apparently I wasn’t as small as I


“Ow!” I swore, and spit out a mouthful of red dirt while my eyes adjusted to the

darkness. The shed was about fifteen by fifteen, and its most prominent feature was a

warped box-bench against the far wall. A bare bulb hung from a frayed wire, and a few

rusty tools and half a dozen sagging cardboard boxes were scattered along the side and

back walls. I pulled my mini recorder out of my back pocket, more out of habit than

anything else and hit the record button.

“Go away,” Scooter said. He was sitting on the box-bench in the corner near a pyramid

of old paint cans, where he’d surrounded himself with a semi-circle of assorted weaponry.

I heard a loud squawk and blinked in the dim light. The big, blue parrot that always

hung out near the cash register at Scooter’s pet store was perched atop the paint cans.

“Hey, Scooter,” I said amiably, still eyeing the bird as I smacked red dirt off the back

of my jeans. “Rough day?”

I started to sit down next to Scooter when the bird shrieked and threw open his

enormous blue wings.

I yelped and almost tripped backward over an old, rusty shovel.

“Why’d you bring the parrot?”

“Sam’s a Macaw,” Scooter said dully. The man was no MENSA candidate but he was

practically a savant with animals. The bird ducked his great, feathered head at Scooter,

who reached out and scratched the bird’s fluffy neck.

“Sam’s good company,” Scooter said absently. “Did you know miners used to take

birds with ’em down in the mine shafts? They’re sensitive to fumes.”

“The birds alerted when there was a gas leak?”

“No. They dropped dead. It was a sign things were about to go south.”

Wow. I hoped that wasn’t an omen.

Sam made a garbled noise that almost sounded human. “I know, buddy,” Scooter said,

staring at him sadly.

I winced. When Scooter called me earlier that morning, I’d been recording the Maltese

Falcon on Turner Classic Movies. I’d seen what could happen when people got obsessed

with birds. But then, I have found that most of life’s problems can be solved with wisdom

gleaned from Bogart movies.

“You know,” I said in my best Bogart, watching as Scooter picked at the rusty lid of

avocado green interior-exterior. “If you want to off yourself with paint fumes, you’re

going to have to do better than a can of twenty-year-old latex.”

“A lot you know,” he muttered. “She left me.”

“I know,” I said and sighed. If we were going to talk about Scooter’s wife, it was going

to take awhile. Searching in the dust-moted shafts of light, I found a big, musty box. I

shoved it closer to Scooter, coughing at the cloud of dust I’d stirred up, hoping I hadn’t

stirred up anything worse than dust, like a nest of nasty brown recluse spiders or a hoard

of red, stinging scorpions. Settling in on the box, I really looked at Scooter. I almost

didn’t recognize him.

Scott Barnes slumped on the bench, a shadow of the big, blond legend he’d been at

Austin High School. Once upon a time, he’d been a kick-ass running back, which was

how he got his nickname. Scooter wasn’t the brightest match in the box, but he could

blaze through a defensive line like Sherman through Georgia, so much so that he got a

full ride to the University of Texas.

He left school early for a coveted contract with the Dallas Cowboys and made front

pages all over Texas when he married Selena Obregon, first runner up in the Miss Texas

pageant. Once upon a time, his life had seemed charmed.

“Have you talked to Selena?” I said, hating the question. I wasn’t comfortable playing

marriage counselor because I wasn’t qualified, and if I was going to be brutally honest, I

wasn’t wild about Selena. Oh, sure, she was small and fragile, with hair the color of spun

gold and big, morning glory-blue eyes and the faintest trace of an Argentinean accent that

made men lose twenty IQ points. But Selena and I had gone to school together and she

beat me two years running in all-state drama with her heart-rending portrayal of Blanche

DuBois. I have always depended on the kindness of strangers . . .

“Zorrita,” Scooter said, and I couldn’t help but smile. Little Fox. In the south,

nicknames tell as much about the person who gives them as the person who wears them.

“I can’t find her.”

No big surprise there. Just after the honeymoon, their little southern-fried fairy tale

went sour when Scooter blew out one of his million-dollar knees line-dancing in a dump

of a honky tonk in Oklahoma, ending what would have been a stellar career. No

gazillion-dollar contract. No shopping sprees at Tiffany’s. Just a quasi-normal life

changing cat boxes in a little pet store west of Austin.

Sighing, I hit the off button on my mini recorder. This was about an old friend. There

would be no scoop today.

“Scooter,” I said carefully. “When you called this morning you said you wanted to talk

to me about something?”

Scooter stared blankly at the front door. “Why’d they have to go and call SWAT? I

never hurt anybody.”

“You threatened to hurt yourself,” I pointed out, accepting the change of subject.

Whatever the reason he’d called me, he clearly wasn’t ready to talk about it.

“You don’t want to do this,” I said and Sam squawked, ruffling his feathers. “What

about your pet store?”

Scooter shook his head. “I got a guy helps out, looks after the animals, cleans the

kennels. Does some computer-type stuff at the shop.”

“A renaissance man.”

“He needed a job when he got out of prison.”

Scooter always did have a soft spot for strays. I wiped my damp forehead. It had to be

a hundred and ten degrees inside and the smell of mold and motor oil was making my

throat close. And I couldn’t think of a single thing that would ease his mind. Surely there

had to be life beyond Selena. I was running low on ideas.

“You know what I like?” I finally said. “The sound of the lake lapping the shoreline on

a hot summer night.”

I looked at Scooter and he seemed to be listening, so I went on. “I like the taste of

Fredericksburg peaches late in the season, all sweet and so juicy it runs down your chin

when you take a big bite…I like the smell of mountain laurel, right when it first blooms…”

“Smells like grapes,” he said. I nodded.

“You remember when we were kids and we played dodge ball?” he said.

I barely remembered. Scooter was three grades ahead of me, and I hated dodge ball,

but I nodded.

“You run and run, and they hit you with that ball,” he said. “No matter what you do,

you can’t get away, and even if you win, you lose because they’re still gunning for you

with that goddamned ball.”

I stared at him. Scooter had enough testosterone to fuel a Third World army. He

kicked butt at every sport known to mankind. But I had a feeling we weren’t talking about

the playground anymore.

“Yes,” I said. “But you could always yell, Do Over! And you got to start some other

game with a clean slate.”

“Not always.” He looked so unhappy I wasn’t sure what to say.

I took a deep breath. “You know what I used to do when I was a kid? I used to make

grass skirts out of newspaper, get a couple of cans of pineapples and drag a box out on

the roof. Then my sister and I would climb out the window and sit in the box and wish we

were in Hawaii.”

Scooter stared at me. “You were a weird kid.”

“Maybe. But I thought if you wanted something bad enough, you could have it. I

thought I could get us to Hawaii with the sheer power of my brain.”

Scooter snorted. “Did it work?”

“No,” I said. “But I didn’t break my neck goofing around on the roof, so now, I can go

to Hawaii if I want.”

Silence stretched between us and he sat, picking at the paint can. “What happens if I

walk out of here?” he said. “You know, with SWAT.”

“Well, the guns had orange stocks which means they’re loaded less-than-lethal.”

“They’re gonna shoot me with beanbags?”

“Probably they won’t shoot you at all, but if they do, a beanbag won’t kill you. Most


“Still hurts.”

This from a guy who used to make a living getting charged by linebackers the size of

bull elephants. I’d bet half the sum of my student loans it wasn’t physical pain Scooter

was worried about.

“Probably hurts like a sonovabitch,” I agreed. “But if we don’t come out soon, they’re

going to start lobbing tear gas in here, and that can’t be good for your bird.”

“Am I gonna get arrested? They never called SWAT before.”

I shrugged. “I think they’re finished cutting you breaks. You’ll probably have to go to a

hospital for some sorta psych evaluation.”

Scooter considered that. “What about Sam?”

The bird snapped his big beak at me and I flinched. I’d seen parrots bend spoons with

their beaks, and Sam was much bigger than your garden-variety bird. “You said you had

somebody to take care of the animals,” I said. “Give me the number and I’ll give him a


Scooter nodded, then reached into his shirt pocket. “Will you give this to Selena?” I

looked down as he pressed a worn gold coin with something that looked like a two-

headed bird into my palm. “It’s for luck.”

I looked at Scooter’s sallow face and thought, Fat lot of luck it’s brought you, buddy,

but I said, “You can give it to her yourself.”

I tried to give the coin back to him, but he just sat there, staring at the thin shafts of

sunlight streaming through door, and then around at the old shed.

His red-rimmed eyes seemed to sink deeper in his gaunt face and he let out a long

sigh. “I wish I was in Hawaii.” “I know,” I said. I leaned in and took his hand. “Me too.”

“We’re coming out!” I yelled. “We’re unarmed!” Scooter locked the rickety door

behind us and we walked out of the darkness, blinking in the bright, afternoon sunlight.

A deep voice yelled, “Hold it right there!”

Like a rolling, black thunderstorm, the SWAT guys charged in and had Scooter face

down and frisked. A bit excessive for a suicide threat, I thought.

They cuffed him and stuffed him into the back seat of an idling blue and white and as

the cruiser pulled down the tree-lined drive, I could see Scooter through the back

window, his head down, like things just couldn’t get any worse.

A smooth, familiar voice startled me. “Well if it isn’t the Obituary Babe. Little early,

aren’t you Cauley?”

I came up short when a microphone was shoved under my nose, and I turned and

stared into the too-handsome face of Alex “Live-at-Five” Salazar.

“You know, when y’all call me that it wreaks havoc on my social life,” I said. “And

this isn’t for the paper.”

Ignoring me, he turned to his cameraman. “Cauley MacKinnon was taken hostage by a

desperate man earlier this morning,” Salazar said to the camera. “Down-on-his-luck

Dallas Cowboy Scott ‘Scooter’ Barnes barricaded himself in a shed at the back of his

parent’s property…”

Great. The News Boys had officially arrived. As he spoke into the camera, Salazar

discretely signaled the KTEX television crew into position. All four local affiliates were

roaming the scene, and I could hear Miranda with the KFXX crew interviewing the pizza

kid about police brutality.

SWAT always drew a crowd.

“Can you tell us his demands, Cauley?”

“Scooter Barnes did not take me hostage and there were no demands,” I said, shoving

my hair out of my eyes and the microphone out of my face. “He just wanted to talk.”

“You’ve spent nearly an hour negotiating with an armed man,” Salazar went on, his

big, white teeth glinting in the sun. “How does it feel to be a hero?”

I squinted against the glare off his incisors. I was hot and sweaty, and the last thing I

wanted was to wind up on television in ripped jeans, Wal-Mart underwear and hair that

looked like it’d barely survived a nuclear disaster. I popped the tape out of my old mini

recorder and shoved it and Scooter’s coin into my back pocket.

“It wasn’t an hour, I’m not a hero and you can read all about it in the Sentinel,” I said,

which was a big fat lie. I’d never spill ink on a friend’s personal tragedy, even if it meant

getting off the obituary page, but Salazar didn’t need to know that. I pushed past him to

head for my old, stripped down Jeep.

I didn’t look back.

All’s well that ends well, I figured. Miranda had her exclusive, I talked Scooter out of

the shed and the shotgun, and Cantu had his dinner if he could get to the pizza before the

SWAT guys.

I was about to congratulate myself when I looked toward the fence line and noticed

something was missing.

Then I realized that Captain America was gone.

When I finally pointed my Jeep down Lakeside Boulevard toward home, it was late

afternoon. I was dirty and sticky and my hair felt like twenty pounds of blond mattress

stuffing. Despite the lingering effects of a monstrous hangover, I’d called Burt Buggess,

Scooter’s lawbreaking bird man, to go wrangle Sam and take care of the store until

Scooter got out of stir.

The warm wind whipped around in the open Jeep, making me feel marginally better.

Now all I needed was a shower and a nap and a half a pound of Prozac. I glanced into the

rearview mirror. And an emergency hair appointment.

Drumming my fingers on the steering wheel, I stared absently through the windshield,

the winding road ahead of me shaded by a leafy arbor of oak trees.

“Why on earth was an FBI agent interested in Scooter Barnes, and why had the SWAT

guys come down so hard on the pizza kid?” I said to no one. “I mean, it was a suicide

standoff, not some Waco-type siege. It wasn’t like the pizza kid was smuggling guns or

bombs into the shed for Scooter.”

Maybe I’d just find that FBI agent and pump him for information…

I almost didn’t see the dog in the road. My heart jammed in my throat and I stomped

on the break. The Jeep jerked and skipped toward the animal. The dog had a strange

white face and he looked a lot like a wolf. I yanked the wheel a hard right, tires

squealing, horn honking as I spun onto the gravel shoulder. The dog stood, staring at me.

“Jeez!” I yelled. There were strict leash laws in my neighborhood. Dogs didn’t just

roam the streets like wild animals.

I turned in my seat. “Good grief, dog, who the heck left you in the middle of the

road?” But I was yelling at nothing. The dog was gone. I sat for a moment, trying to catch

my breath.

When I got my pulse under three hundred thirty, I put the Jeep in gear and headed up

the steep hill toward Arroyo Trail and felt marginally better when my eclectic little

neighborhood unfolded on the hilltop before me. I live in one of those 1940s lake area

neighborhoods that started out as a resort community and evolved into a funky little

soccer mom neighborhood. It’s settled along the banks of Lake Austin, but it’s still

excitingly close to the downtown corridor of tie-dyed hair and body piercing.

Turning into my drive, I slowed to a stop and stared at my sprawling white porch,

where a large man lounged on the porch swing.

“Captain America,” I whispered and sucked in a breath.

Glancing at my reflection in the rearview mirror I swore every swear I could think of

and made up a few more for good measure. My cheeks were smudged with red dirt and

my hair was an unmitigated disaster. Not exactly a Chic Magazine Glamour Girl


“Cauley MacKinnon?” the man said as he rose from the swing. He was a lot taller and

way better looking up close. I sat, glued to the driver’s seat. Why on earth was the hot

FBI guy camped out on my doorstep?

“Special Agent Tom Logan, Federal Bureau of Investigation.” He held up his badge. “Do

you have a minute?”

I blinked at him. “How did you find me?”

“Hey.” He grinned. “I’m FBI.”

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