She applied the Page 69 Test to her latest book, Butter Off Dead, third in the Food Lovers’ Village Mysteries, and reported the following:
Page 69 of Butter Off Dead starts with business—our amateur sleuth, Erin Murphy, runs a mercantile specializing in regional foods, in her family’s hundred-year-old grocery, and she’s busy fixing a ceiling leak, installing new shelving, and wondering why her normally-calm mother threw a tantrum over a broken martini glass. She’s pondering the suspicions circling around her brother, Nick, a wolf biologist, after the death of his girlfriend, when the shop phone rings—and it’s for Nick.Visit Leslie Budewitz's website, Facebook page, and Twitter perch.A few minutes later, when all was quiet, I snuck up the steps and peeked into my office. Nick sat in my chair, stunned. As if he’d been struck by one of his own darts—humane darts, used in tracking and collaring wolves. I pried the receiver from his hand, set it in the cradle, and waited.There’s very little Erin thinks can’t be fixed by lunch. Her mother, Fresca agrees. A few lines down, Fresca’s arrived and the three are toying with their sandwiches. The fifteenth anniversary of the death of her husband—Erin and Nick’s father—in a still-unsolved hit-and-run is approaching, and all the family feels the welling emotion. For Erin, only seventeen at the time, it was a triple loss: her father, her childhood, and her best friend, Kimberly, now the local sheriff’s detective in charge of the murder investigation. This is the third book in the series, and both the current murder and the death of Erin’s father will be solved.
After a long silence, he raised his eyes. “Her will names me her primary heir. The real estate, personal property, and cash and investments. Money I never imagined she had. There’s a whatdoyoucallit? A bequest to the school district for the art program and another to the Art Center. A few other specific bequests.”
“She never made any money. Her paintings were too affordable.” The proof hung on the wall.
“Did it come from Iggy?”
“Must have, but she never told me.”
“Mom’s here. You sit. I’ll get lunch.”Fresca leaned closer. “You have nothing to feel guilty about, Nick. Nothing. The things unsaid...”So page 69 is a bit quiet on the surface, but the emotional undercurrents are deep and swirling. We read, I think, as much to form emotional connections with the characters and explore their own emotional ties and dilemmas, as for the action. There is plenty of action in Butter, including Erin’s encounter with a rabid wolf-hater who thinks her brother is doing the devil’s work, near-disaster in a Playhouse filled with townspeople eager for the opening of the First Annual Food Lovers’ Film Festival, and a clash with a collector whose passions have become deadly obsessions. But the modern mystery is about much more than crime. The amateur sleuth uses her insider knowledge to unearth clues and motives that law enforcement doesn’t always see—or see in the right way. While the job of law enforcement is restore external order, the amateur sleuth restores the social order. Page 69 gives us a few hints of how that will happen—that justice will be served, order will be restored, and dinner will be on time.
I knew she was thinking about her own loss. My father. Nick knew it, too. He turned his hand palm up and squeezed hers. My throat tightened. I reached for the unfinished sandwiches and began wrapping. “The worst part is—”
Our front door chimed and I stopped myself.
“Hello, Kimberly,” Fresca said. “Just in time for lunch.”