Any way you look at it, she’s dead, and you’re standing here a rich man on this glorious Southern California day. What I’m sayin’ is, buddy, as far as my client – and so far as I’m concerned – you’re already guilty.
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A wealthy woman hangs from a ceiling fixture, eyes wide, staring, dead. Her husband stands on the rug below while police detectives snap photographs and paramedics carry in a ladder. The suicide’s brother rushes into the room, shouting, “You! You did this to her!” Writer and artist David Lapham says he wrote his first graphic novel as an homage to classic film noir where “passions burn, shadows fall just right, and women are beautiful (and usually deadly).” And, I might add, even if the suspect isn’t guilty of the crime, he (or she) is no innocent. An old flame, blackmail, drugs, at least one murder with a big kitchen knife, and a reversal of fortune or two, Lapham made a page-turner of a noir.
Check the BPL catalog for this title: Murder Me Dead