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  The Lucie Rizzo Mystery Series Box Set

  Books 4-7

  Adrienne Giordano

  Contents

  The Lucie Rizzo Mystery Series

  Whacked

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Cooked

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Incognito

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  A Note to Readers

  The Lucie Rizzo Mystery Series

  About the Author

  The Lucie Rizzo Mystery Series

  Dog Collar Crime

  Knocked Off

  Limbo (novella)

  Boosted

  Whacked

  Cooked

  Incognito

  Romantic suspense books available by Adrienne Giordano

  PRIVATE PROTECTOR SERIES

  Risking Trust

  Man Law

  A Just Deception

  Negotiating Point

  Relentless Pursuit

  Opposing Forces

  HARLEQUIN INTRIGUES

  The Prosecutor

  The Defender

  The Marshal

  The Detective

  The Rebel

  JUSTIFIABLE CAUSE SERIES

  The Chase

  The Evasion

  The Capture

  CASINO FORTUNA SERIES

  Deadly Odds

  JUSTICE SERIES w/MISTY EVANS

  Stealing Justice

  Cheating Justice

  Holiday Justice

  Exposing Justice

  Undercover Justice

  Protecting Justice

  Missing Justice

  Defending Justice

  STEELE RIDGE SERIES w/KELSEY BROWNING

  & TRACEY DEVLYN

  Steele Ridge: The Beginning

  Going Hard (Kelsey Browning)

  Living Fast (Adrienne Giordano)

  Loving Deep (Tracey Devlyn)

  Breaking Free (Adrienne Giordano)

  Roaming Wild (Tracey Devlyn)

  Stripping Bare (Kelsey Browning)

  Enduring Love

  STEELE RIDGE: THE KINGSTONS

  Craving Heat (Adrienne Giordano)

  Tasting Fire (Kelsey Browning)

  Searing Need (Tracey Devlyn)

  Striking Edge (Kelsey Browning)

  Burning Ache (Coming Soon)

  Whacked

  The Lucie Rizzo Mystery Series

  WHACKED

  (Original title Dog Collar Chaos)

  A Lucie Rizzo Mystery

  Paris. Milan. New York. Franklin, Illinois? Aspiring design mogul and reluctant mob princess Lucie Rizzo dreams of taking the fashion world by storm. As the wisest of wiseguys will tell you, to go big, you have to start small. And a local charity fashion show provides the perfect chance to shine the spotlight on Coco Barknell.

  Not to mention the opportunity to work with the Don Corleone of pet products, Buzzy Sneider. But she didn’t earn that rank by being nice. Buzzy expects everyone to kiss her ring. When Coco Barknell designs start appearing on Buzzy’s website, Lucie wants to wring her thieving neck. Until somebody beats her to it.

  A dead celebrity plus a very public feud can only add up to trouble for a girl named Rizzo. Except it’s not Lucie the cops put behind bars, but her BFF—hotheaded creative diva, Roseanne. The evidence may be stacked against Ro, but Lucie and her zany crew will never let her go down without a fight.

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  One

  Some animals were just not built for bathing suit modeling.

  Lucie watched her favorite client, an Olde English Bulldogge named Otis, lumber down the runway toward her. His big body moved with the speed of a snail, while the attractive blonde holding his leash did a slow-mo version of the strut only experienced models could pull off.

  Otis stopped to lick his parts, the ones squeezed into a too-tight swimsuit, and the blonde looked over at Lucie, her pretty face twisting into a mass of panic and confusion.

  “What should I do? He just stopped. What happens if he does that in the actual show? This dog could ruin my career.”

  “Luce,” Ro said, “I know you love Otis, but those fitted swim trunks aren’t working for him. He’s too fat. And, hello, she’s right. Is he going to stop and lick his privates in the middle of the show?”

  Lucie sighed. Already two hours into this ordeal, she sat on a director’s chair in the middle of a hotel ballroom for the latest round of doggie auditions. They’d been at it since eight a.m., and Lucie’s mid-morning sugar craving kicked in. Or maybe she simply needed chocolate to get her through this nightmare.

  Beside her, Roseanne, Lucie’s BFF and Coco Barknell’s vice president of sales, furiously jotted notes about each of the prospective models. Stubby legs. Long neck. Big head—all of it on paper for future deliberations. Deliberations that would surely force Lucie to poke her eyes out.

  With a screwdriver.

  Who knew finding canine models for a charity fashion show could be so difficult?

  “He’s not fat,” she said. “He needs a bigger size.”

  Ro pointed one well-manicured finger. “That’s the XXL.”

  “Your designs run small.”

  Ro laughed. Of course she did. They both knew Ro’s designs didn’t run small. Otis was simply a big boy.

  Day four of auditions wasn’t going so hot. The biggest issue was fitting the dogs for Ro’s unforgiving designs. An extra pound here or there would throw the whole ensemble off.

  Fifteen doggie outfits needed models. They’d already gotten lucky and managed to fit two dogs with multiple outfits—thank God for V-necks and belts. But they were still short six dogs.

  A yip, followed by an “ouch” came from behind a rolling screen that doubled as a curtain. A round of barking and growls followed, and Lucie clawed her fingers into her scalp.

  “Is everything all right?” she called.

  “Ow.” A hand appeared from the side of the screen. “Fine. We’re fine. Ow! This little one is an ankle biter. Shit. Ooh, sorry.”

  The screen fell over and five dogs leaped on top of it, two of them tugging free from the models holding their leashes.

  “Here we go,” Ro said. “Ladies, you need to hold those leashes.”

  The two dogs shot by Lucie and Ro, and Lucie swiveled around to track them. A few volunteers stood behind them waiting for assignments. One of them sidestepped, blocking the dogs’ path. Both animals skidded to a stop. Just like that, bam. A spurt of jealousy rose inside Lucie. One day, she’d have that obvious command over these animals. Now? Not so much. When they saw Lucie, they saw fun and playtime and love.

  Not a pack leader.

  “Wow,” Lucie said. “She’s good.”

  “Sure is. We should hire her.”

  The volunteer walked the dogs back to the once-again-erect screen, and handed the leashes off.

  Buzzy Sneider, Lucie and Ro’s much more famous partner in this charity gig, and her assistant slipped into the ballroom via a side entrance. The pet product mogul had more damned assistants than the president, but Reece seemed to be the most senior of the bunch.

  Please don’t let Ro see them.

  “Ooh,” Ro said, “there’s Buzzy. We need to talk to her.”

  Thanks, universe, for the help. “Uh, no we don’t. You promised to let me handle it.”

  “And I have.”

  Ha. Good one.

  Buzzy’s claim to fame came from designing custom dog houses for celebrities and the filthy rich. In the animal world, she carried a lot of weight. If she endorsed a product, it immediately broke sales records.

  The problem was, Buzzy had decided to expand her empire to dog accessories and clothing, acting as if she'd created the industry Lucie and Ro had been operating in for nearly a year.

  In short, Ro wasn't happy about Buzzy’s expansion. Neither was Lucie, but, as the levelheaded half of the dynamic duo, she’d taken the high road and approached Buzzy to partner with Coco Barknell for the fashion show.

  Buzzy's mass appeal could only help spread the word about an exceptional non-profit that provided service dogs to people in need. And, oh, right, Coco Barknell.

  A win-win.

  Except...


  Ro maneuvered out of her chair and straightened her blouse. “I don’t care what that bitch says, she stole my design. Staff error, my butt. I worked on that leather bomber for months. I knew it would be a hit, which is the only reason I even wanted it in the fashion show.”

  “Stole is such a nasty word.”

  “But a fitting one.”

  Lucie peered beyond Ro, where Buzzy stood reviewing a clipboard while her assistant waited for the queen to rule. Poor Reece. In every meeting, the girl had been given a list of tasks that would take a team of twelve to complete. Buzzy, in her infinite wisdom, obviously had no issues nearly killing her staff with work. Still, Reece handled it all with grace and a steadfast attitude that Lucie admired.

  Dark hair whirled and the click of spiked heels sounded as Ro headed for Buzzy.

  “Ro!” Lucie hopped off the director’s chair, narrowly avoiding a faceplant.

  Sometimes it sucked being the petite one. At least she’d opted for jeans and sneakers—as opposed to Ro’s tight black skirt and stilettos—and easily caught up. Using enough force to get the keep-your-trap-shut point across, Lucie latched onto Ro’s elbow. “Let me handle this.”

  One thing they didn’t need, no matter how righteous, was Ro beating the crap out of a television queen.

  Drama, drama, drama. All because, two days after Lucie and Buzzy signed the fashion show contract, one of Ro’s designs turned up for sale on Buzzy’s website.

  A mistake, Buzzy claimed. A simple oversight by her staff.

  “Hellooo,” Ro called to Buzzy. “Good morning!”

  Disregarding Reece, Buzzy offered a smile that packed a whole lot of prowling lioness behind it. Still, her pixie cut blonde hair and sparkly blue eyes gave her a look of innocence that Lucie found off-putting for a mogul.

  “Ladies,” Buzzy said, “good morning. How are auditions going?”

  Lucie elbowed around Ro, bumping her and knocking her sideways. That’ll teach her for wearing stilettos. “I’ve got this,” she muttered. “Auditions are great.”

  Another round of yips and barks and ouches sounded, and the screen—once again—

  fell over, landing with a smack that echoed and strained Lucie’s last millimeter of patience. She angled back to where two of the shelter dogs rolled over each other, offering up play bows on top of the screen.

  If they weren’t so darned cute…

  “This dog is a jerk,” one of the models shrieked. “I’m out of here.”

  Lucie winced. “Couple of hiccups with the dogs. Nothing we can’t handle.”

  “I’m sure,” Buzzy said.

  Ro recovered from her teetering and lifted her chin. “Buzzy, where are we on that design issue? I see it’s already on backorder, which means—”

  “People love it,” Lucie blurted.

  “Um.” Reece slid the clipboard from Buzzy’s grasp. “I’ll go check on the dogs. See if I can settle them down.”

  Buzzy waved her off. “Of course they love it. It’s fabulous.”

  “And not yours,” Ro said.

  Yikes-a-roo. So much for Lucie handling it.

  Lucie cleared her throat. “Any word on how this horrible mistake happened? More importantly, how we fix it?”

  Human error, Lucie understood. But in a company the size of Foo-Foo Entertainment, each product went through several reviews and approvals before being put on sale. And Lucie, as forgiving as she liked to consider herself, wasn’t buying human error at every interval.

  Still, in an effort to salvage some sort of working relationship—and get through the fashion show—Lucie had given Buzzy a week to get it sorted out.

  Buzzy slid her gaze from Lucie to Ro and back. “I’m sorry it’s taking so long, Lucie. But you did say a week. We still have one day to investigate.”

  Now Ro stepped forward, a determined fire sparking in her coffee-brown eyes. Between her long legs, curves, blazing sense of style and a face fit for the cover of Vogue, Ro tended to command space.

  Sometimes, it was scary as hell.

  Like now.

  “The fact that you’re making a bazillion dollars on the sales wouldn’t be slowing down your investigation, would it?”

  Buzzy met Ro’s stare and clucked her tongue. The sudden urge to pee assailed Lucie. Damned flop peeing.

  “Okay,” Reece said from behind her. “Let’s get this chubby dog out of here and separate those two. They’re troublemakers. Did he just whiz on you? We need a mop! Stat. The urine will burn right through this wood.”

  Knowing Reece would handle the dogs, Lucie focused on the issue unfolding in front of her. She slid in front of Ro and held up her hands. “Ladies, we’re all business people here. Let’s stay calm.”

  “Oh, I’m calm,” Ro said. “Do the right thing, Buzzy, and compensate us for the design you stole.”

  “What’s going on?”

  Lucie swung around. Buzzy’s older sister, Lorraine, stood a foot away, listening to the exchange. Lorraine tucked her shoulder-length hair behind her ears, exposing a heart-shaped face so similar to Buzzy's they could have been twins. Though she’d attended each of the fashion show meetings, Lucie hadn’t quite determined Lorraine’s role at Foo-Foo Entertainment. “Nothing,” Buzzy said. “We’re discussing the design that someone mistakenly put up on our website.”

  Ro snorted and Lucie glared at her. The mean face.

  “Oh.” Lorraine said. “That.”

  She locked eyes with Ro and the tension level shot up with enough force to blow a hole in the ceiling.

  Lorraine may have been the bigger of the two sisters, but challenging Ro wasn’t the brightest of ideas. Clearly, Lorraine hadn’t seen what Ro did to Tiffy Nelson in the third grade. That had been the last day Lucie was teased by bullies.

  All thanks to Ro.

  This time? She couldn’t let Ro do the dirty work. This was business.

  “Yes,” Lucie said. “That. It’s a nasty little loose end we should tie up. One I feel confident Buzzy will make right by tomorrow.”

  Lorraine exchanged a look with Buzzy. One of those older sibling, you-did-it-this-time looks Lucie knew well. Only, in Lucie’s case, it worked in reverse since she tended to be the one pinning her idiot older brother with it.

  “I’m sure that won’t be a problem.” Lorraine angled her head at Buzzy. “Right?”

  “Of course. I said a week and it’ll be a week.”

  Ro smacked her hands together. “Excellent. I’d really hate for this to get ugly. And, trust me, it’ll get ugly.”

  "That bitch.”

  Two hours after the failed auditions, Lucie sat at her desk checking the formulas in Coco Barknell's latest P&L while Roseanne fumed from across the room.

  Drama with Ro was nothing new. Just another day in the life of a high-strung diva, but Lucie needed to get this spreadsheet over to the accountant. Ro on a tear would eat up precious time.

  "Which bitch are we referring to?"

  Ro looked over the rim of her snazzy reading glasses. "Hardy-har. You won't be cracking wise when I show you this."

  Oh, the drama.

  "Okay, I'll bite. What is it?"

  "Buzzy Sneider!"

  Lord. Not again.

  "What now?"

  "She stole another one of my designs!"

  Here we go again. "I doubt that."

  "I can prove it."

  Ro hopped up from her desk, made her way across the aisle separating their workspaces, and shoved her cell phone in Lucie's face.