Can a bad haircut really kill you?
In the first Crime of Fashion mystery, fashion reporter Lacey Smithsonian tackles a deadly
fashion crime in Washington, D.C., the City Fashion Forgot. A beautiful dead hairstylist, a straight razor, a horrendously bad haircut:
The cops call it an open-and-shut suicide, but Lacey's style instincts (and her punk hairstylist, Stella) all say it's murder. Amid
ditzy diva stylists, a fog of D.C. scandals and conspiracies, and a wave of "assisted" suicides, Lacey must tease out the twisted
truth before she becomes the victim of the Capital City's next fatal coiffure, assisted by her unstoppable stylist, a short-circuited
psychic, and the one man she thought she'd never have a second chance with. And they say a bad haircut can't kill you--or can it?
Lacey's
Fashion Bite of the Day:
Never wear pink to testify before the Special Prosecutor. Accused of high crimes?
Dress in high style! Not
like a little Bo Peep who has lost not only her sheep, but her wits as well. It screams manipulation, not sophistication. Get a new
consultant.
Get a clue. And plead guilty to a Crime of Fashion.