Sandy Meyers had everything going for her. Good looks and a great job as host of television's "That's News". But one night her life tragically comes to an end at the hands of an unknown assailant. The country is shocked to hear of the demise of 'Sunny Sandy'.
Her assistant, Kathy, hires Rex Mathers to investigate. Was it a crew member from her show or a deranged fan? Or someone else? Rex must delve through a variety of suspects and clues in order to bring the killer to justice. She Didn't Smile is an old fashioned mystery that'll keep the reader guessing!
Chris was born and raised in Central New Jersey. She Didn't Smile is his second novel featuring the private investigator, Rex Mathers.
Sandy passed a convenience store and at the last minute decided to pull in. If the guy was following her, she wanted to throw him off her trail. Though he might confront her in the parking lot, she thought after she made the turn. The person behind her had to brake hard, but he didn’t follow her into the store parking lot. She just shrugged off her suspicions. Sandy parked and got out of the car. The parking lot was very brightly lit but there was only one other car parked in the lot. The lights still made Sandy feel safe. A bell over the door rang as she entered. She looked around, deciding what to buy. She settled on some gum and a cup of coffee. She usually didn’t get coffee from places like this but wanted to have a purpose for coming in. She then walked to the register. A lady with a beehive hairdo and rimmed glasses was there having her items rung up. She barely looked at Sandy, took her bag, and left.
“Good evening, did you find everything you’re looking for?” the clerk asked.
“Can I have some cigarettes?” Sandy said, feeling in the mood to smoke.
She used to smoke and had quit a few years ago. Just in the past few months, she started again, but she kept it secret from the people who thought she stopped. The car behind her had made her nervous and smoking relaxed her.
“Sure,” the clerk said and picked a pack of cigarettes from their place behind the counter.
Sandy quickly opened her wallet and got her money ready. She had let some coins fall out in her haste.
“Sorry, I’m really nervous,” Sandy said apologetically.
“Why?” the clerk asked, looking sympathetic.
“Just a false alarm. I thought I was being followed,” Sandy told him, while collecting the coins.
“You’re okay, though?” the clerk asked.
“Yeah,” Sandy replied.
The clerk shrugged and didn’t pursue the issue.
“That’s eight-twenty three,” he said, ringing up her order.
“Do you take fifties? My only other bills are a five and a one,” Sandy asked after inspecting her bills.
“Yeah, that’s okay,” the clerk said and took the bill from Sandy.
Sandy laid her wallet open on the counter while waiting for her change.
The clerk must have noticed the name on her driver’s license because he asked, “Hey, you’re Sandy from TV, aren’t you?”
“Yes, do you watch the show?” Sandy asked, faking a smile.
“Sometimes. It’s pretty good. H