Excerpt: Pom Poms of Death

“Apparently the Ice Queen’s informant had limited intel. She had a lot of that blather about the “heinous” nature of the crime and the quality of the hotel, and so forth. Filler mostly. Obviously the police cut her off at the knees, information-wise, after she let the cat out of the bag.” Liz seemed unconcerned about the incident. Cass was always the most sensitive of the three of us and grim news seemed to impact her harder than either Liz or me. But this time I had a bad feeling too. It was so utterly unusual in Paradise. We had domestic disputes and a good deal of white collar crime, but crimes of passion? Well, it just seemed that the denizens of Paradise couldn’t generate that level of emotion.
Except when it came to cheerleading tryouts, apparently.