Robin was behind the fish tanks of her Syracuse pet shop when the girl
walked in the door. Fifteen-year-old Amy Richmond wasn't the type you
could forget, not with her electric blue hair, corpse-white lipstick, and
in-your-face nose ring. The ferret he was holding was albino, and wearing a
rhinestone halter. But her appearance paled beside the message she had for
Robin: "Murphy said you'd help me."
The very words sent chills down Robin's spine. Murphy was her ex-husband,
who'd lived fast and died too young. A troubled, secretive man, he'd
concealed a lot of things from his wife. Like the fact that Amy was his
daughter. But soon Amy will need more help than Robin can give her: she has
just become a prime suspect in the cold-blooded killing of her stepfather, the
wealthy, powerful Dennis Richmond.
Suddenly Robin finds herself moving between the exclusive, privileged
circles in which Amy grew up and the edgy, drug-infested world of squalor
into which she seems to have disappeared. Hitting up on her street
connections—including a hip ne'er-do-well named Manuel—Robin gets
plugged into a secret network of runways, addicts and strippers, where a
street-level lowlife and electronics genius named Toon Town appears to be
calling all the shots.
And mixed up somewhere in the middle of it all is one insecure, terrified
young girl Robin has to find before it is too late—for both of them.
A novel that manages to be both gritty and unsentimental and entertaining and
humorous at the same time, The Scent Of Murder is Barbara Block's
best book yet-with a tough-minded, fair-hearted detective at the top of her