Trick Question: A Hard-Boiled New Orleans Legal Thriller (Tubby Dubonnet #3) (The Tubby Dubonnet Series)
DUNBAR'S INVENTED A NEW GENRE: CALL IT CREOLE-FOODIE-NOIR.
Trick Question is the THIRD mouth-watering mystery in Edgar- and Anthony-nominated author Tony Dunbar's beloved TUBBY DUBONNET series.
"A real work of mystery art.” -New Orleans Times-Picayune
"[Tubby Dubonnet] makes a charming guide to a side of New Orleans few see.” -Booklist
For the discerning reader who enjoys a knowing chuckle, a sazerac, a bit of pompano en papillote, and a running travelogue of New Orleans along with his murders…
Medical lab janitor Cletus Busters is caught red-handed in a restricted area with the frozen head of Dr. Whitney Valentine, one of the lab's most prestigious researchers. Busters won't say much, except that he's innocent. But given his conspicuous record and past as a voodoo guru, all signs point to life in prison.
Calling Tubby Dubonnet!
With the trial less than a week away, Busters' lawyer has made exactly two motions - heading to the bar for several rounds of Wild Turkey and begging Tubby for help. Meanwhile, Tubby's taken on a new client - a female boxer with an abusive boyfriend - and also has to referee the romantic entanglements of his ex-wife and three teenage daughters.
But as Buster's trial proceeds, and the jury savors the startling evidence (alongside Dunbar's succulent descriptions of Crescent City cuisine), the danger mounts. Revealing the murderer could prove to be Tubby's biggest triumph – or his last case ever.
Warning: Do not attempt to read this book without a handy snack – preferably a Hubig's pie or a pack of Zapp's potato chips. Both would be better.
"Dunbar’s understated, syncopated delivery makes you wonder if there are enough honest men in New Orleans for a rubber of bridge" -Kirkus
"Dunbar weaves together the many strands of his highly entertaining tale with much skill and wit." -Publisher’s Weekly
you know I’m involved….” A good day, he reflected as he drove uptown. The Dubonnet name might soon be back on the front page. And Cherrylynn had accused him of letting his law practice slide. Feeling lucky, he decided to call up Jynx Margolis when he got home to see what she might be up to this time of night. But she was so outraged when he told her that her ex-husband was dating Tubby’s ex-wife that he wished he had gone straight to bed. “That absolute bastard,” she said, her voice full of
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it when clients lie to me,” he said. “I’m not lying,” she protested. “It’s not that I have so many clients I can turn away all the ones I don’t personally like. It’s not necessary that I like them all. But they’ve got to tell me the truth. Generally speaking, I don’t care if you’re guilty as hell if you tell me. I’m not wasting my time and my reputation on people who lie to me.” “I promise you.” Denise looked like she might cry. “I’m not.” Two young women studying Civil Procedure at the next
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Then Rondelle had chickened out. They had had a big argument. Marguerite’s lips turned down in a pout when she thought about it. Rondelle just could not seem to take the big leap. So she was stuck back in Chicago scraping ice off her Geo and Marguerite was here in New Orleans, ready to party down on Bourbon Street at the Mardi Gras. Only thing was, she had had to lie to her mother about traveling alone. What’s done is done. I’m thirty-one. Whoopee. She passed by the line of people trudging