BALLISTICS AT THE BALLET
(A Musical Murder Mystery)
B. J. Bowen
2nd in Series
Setting - Colorado
Publisher: Camel Press
Publication Date: September 14, 2022
Paperback: 248 pages
ISBN-10: 1684920329 / ISBN-13: 978-1684920327
ebook: 268 pages
Digital ASIN: 09X3M6ZVL
When temperamental conductor Felix Underhayes is killed before a rehearsal of the Nutcracker ballet, everyone realizes the show must go on. At an already crazy time of year, things become more complicated when Emily Wilson’s nephew, percussionist Charlie McRae, is accused of the crime. Emily’s sister, Kathleen, and their mother arrive to help prove Charlie’s innocence, but in spite of their best intentions, their efforts do more to hinder the police investigation than to help. To secure justice for her nephew, can Emily juggle performances and family dynamics, while she dodges a demented killer who wants to silence her?
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Ballistics at the Ballet is a great follow-up to B.J.
Bowen’s Musical Murder Mystery series debut, Music is Murder. But,
despite this being the second book in the series, you don’t have to have read
the first one to enjoy it. Amateur sleuth and flutist Emily Wilson returns
along with favorites KC (another flutist) and Golden, Emily’s dog. And there
are plenty of new faces to enjoy as well.
Once again, Emily takes on the role of investigator, this
time to clear her nephew of murder. Her process of eliminating all the suspects
(and excellent red herrings) was very well done. The story is told in the first
person, so we are privy to her thought processes and doubts about the case all
along the way.
Emily is just a nice woman, getting her life back together
after ending a bad, abusive marriage. She can relate to the other women in this
story who are experiencing similar violence in their lives and Charlie’s plight,
too, having been in his position in book one. In both situations, she carefully
tries to help without going overboard (unlike Sister and Mom) in her efforts to
gain information. Kathleen, the understandably worried mom, and their mother
are a delightful pair of loose cannons. I LOVED the instant attraction between
Kathleen and Lt. Gordon, and I liked seeing how their friendship knocked off
some of his sharp edges.
The setting behind the scenes at the mounting of a production
of The Nutcracker was engaging, fun, and fascinating, despite the murder. I
enjoyed seeing all the preparations the symphony went through and the massive
amount of coordination required to meld them, the traveling ballet troupe, and
the local children’s ballet companies/classes into one magical production during
the holiday season.
With its well-conducted amateur investigation, likable
characters, and behind-the-scenes look at the iconic ballet, I recommend
BALLISTICS AT THE BALLET for cozy mystery readers, especially those interested
in the symphony, ballet, The Nutcracker, and stories set during the winter
About the Author:
B.J. Bowen is a musician and free-lance writer whose love of music was awakened by her mother, who played the flute. After discovering her lips were the wrong shape and failing miserably as a flute player, at the age of eleven Ms. Bowen began studying oboe, and has since performed and recorded on both oboe and English horn with professional symphonies and chamber groups throughout Mexico and Colorado. Her inspirational articles have appeared in Unity Magazine and Daily Word, and she won Honorable Mention in the 2018 Focus: Eddy Awards for her article, “Letting Go with Grace,” published in Unity Magazine. Drawing on her quirky fellow musicians and orchestral experiences, she created the mystery series, “Musical Murders.” She lives in Colorado Springs, Colorado, with two canine friends, and has a song for any occasion.
As I opened the stage door, I heard Felix shout, “No!” followed quickly by a shot. My ears rang with the sound. It had to have been close…
A few fraught seconds later the exit door slammed, the ensuing silence broken only by Felix’s moaning. I decided the threat had gone and moved across the entry and down the hallway, toward Felix’s dressing room.
The prima ballerina’s door was closed. Next to it, the premier danseur emerged from his dressing room. “What’s happening?”
“I don’t know.” I crept cautiously forward, the dancer following.
The next door, Felix’s, stood open. He lay on the floor, groaning. And bleeding.
The danseur turned ashen and his chin trembled. “What . . . what . . .”
I spotted a cummerbund hung over a chair. “Take that cummerbund and press it over the wound on Felix’s chest. I’ll call 911.”
I pulled the phone from my pocket. “Send an ambulance and police to Fleisher Hall. A man’s been shot.”
The danseur knelt on one side of Felix, pressing the cummerbund to the conductor’s chest. I knelt on the other, holding Felix’s outstretched arm, his hand in mine. “It’s okay.” I tried to reassure him. “Help will be here soon.”
Felix whispered, “Tell her she’s the only one . . .”
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