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In The Murder Game,
my heroine Gwen creates a murder mystery game for the party guests to play.
Unfortunately, the game is interrupted by murder and never finished.
When you are creating a murder mystery game, you start by trying to figure
out who might be involved with the victim. In this case, director, writers,
actors, press, staff such as housekeepers, security guards. Then you try to
figure out why they might want to kill him. Motive. At this point you are
thinking all kinds of crime. Then you identify 6 to 8 of the most likely
suspects and have each of them plot to kill the victim.
Lawrence Van HiseCV Moss - 1930 movies mogul Maroon velvet smoking jacket Grant Van HiseGwen turned to Grant. “You’re the
director of the movie. You were once a good director, but your work is failing,
so you’ve blackmailed C.V. with dirty pictures into letting you do this
movie.” Jacqueline VitnerThe doorbell rang. Quinta's footsteps sounded as she hurried to answer the door. Everyone stood frozen, waiting to see who had arrived. A tall strawberry blonde entered. Hunter hurried forward to greet her. "Mother." So that's Jacqueline Vitner, Gwen thought, having never met her before. Hunter's mother. She was everything Gwen had imagined. Bright, beautiful. She wore a chic watermelon colored gown embroidered with gold beads and pink sequins. Her shoulder-length hair was worn in one of those full, wavy styles that look so sophisticatedly casual. "What's going on here?" she asked, as she presented her cheek for Hunter to kiss. "Don't tell me. Lawrence has gone into his second childhood." "Of course not, Jacqueline dear," Lawrence said. "You know me better than that. But do come in and let me introduce you to Gwen Wilson, who is responsible for all this." Jacqueline glided into the room. ... ...Quickly Gwen explained the murder game. "What an intriguing idea," Jacqueline said. "Can we choose whom we want to murder?" "I'm afraid not," Gwen said. "Jacqueline, you are a screenwriter, part of a husband and wife team. Nolan Karr will play your husband. He's rather weak, but you're exceptionally strong-willed. The producer, C.V. Moss, is attempting to blackmail you into going to bed with him, but so far you have managed to hold him off." "I don't think I'll like C.V.," Jacqueline commented. "You haven't for a long time," Lawrence chuckled. "I should've known," she said. Gwen felt the hostility in the air and hurried on. Name: Paul Vitner"And let me introduce you to my husband, Paul." Paul Vitner stepped forward. Shock went through Gwen. Neither Lawrence nor Hunter had mentioned that Jacqueline was married to a much younger man. Paul could be only three or four years older than Hunter. Jacqueline clung to Paul's arm and gazed at him adoringly. "Paul is a very talented conductor." A becoming blush graced Paul's cheeks above his sculptured beard, making him look even younger. "It was nice of you to invite us, Mr. Van Hise," Paul said. "Not Mr. Van Hise," Lawrence interrupted. "Just plain Lawrence." "Thank you, Lawrence. That’s quite civil." "Despite what Jacqueline may have told you, I'm really quite civil." Paul's blush deepened.
Gwen picked up a trench coat and handed it to Paul Vitner. "Paul, you are an actor. The leading man. You play a detective in the movie, and think of yourself as a bit of a detective in real life. You have threatened to quit the picture if you don't get more money. You've been arguing a great deal with C.V. and the director." Paul put on the trench coat, and Gwen handed him a fedora, which he tilted at a rakish angle. "Do I look like Mike Hammer, dear?" he asked his wife. "Much more handsome, darling," Jacqueline said, giving a quick under-the-eyelashes look at Lawrence, but he showed no reaction to her comment.
Name: Nolan Karr"Nolan, as I said, you are rather weak, willing to do anything to keep your job, although you are very resentful about what C.V. and the director have done to your script. In your anger you’ve turned to alcohol." She handed him a brandy snifter, a bottle of cognac, and a labeled manuscript. Nolan took the bottle of Courvoisier. "Well, at least I have excellent taste in liquor."
Name: AbigailAbigail interrupted. "What am I?" "The housekeeper." "A housekeeper?" Disbelief filled Abigail's voice. "Certainly I’m better suited as a starlet." "But I need a housekeeper. I assure you, it’s an important role." "Don't be a spoilsport, dear," her mother admonished. "I didn't mean . . . " Abigail protested. "I'll be happy to play whatever role you assign me. It should be easy. After all, we've had a live-in housekeeper for years." "Here's your costume," Gwen said, picking up the black dress. Her fingers tightened, as she had a sudden vision of her mother in black. She thrust it at Abigail, along with the white apron, and stepped back. "Surely, I don't have to wear this? Couldn't I just have one of those things with feathers to dust with?" "I want this game as authentic as possible," Lawrence said. "Abigail, you aren't the only one who will have to change," Gwen said, hoping to ease the situation... ...Hunter and Abigail returned, now as a security guard and a housekeeper. Abigail hadn't removed her diamond earrings, and they looked incongruous with the demure black dress and starched apron. Name: Suzette Hunter Van Hise"Hunter, you're the security officer. For you, we have a complete uniform, right down to a shiny gold badge." Hunter picked up the holster that lay on the table next to the uniform and withdrew the gun. "This is real." "But unloaded," Gwen hurriedly assured him. "Your idea, father?" Hunter said. "Of course." Hunter slipped the gun back into the holster and threw the wide leather belt over his shoulder, then he picked up his uniform. "Come with me, Abigail. I'll show you where to change." Holding the black dress gingerly, Abigail followed Hunter from the room.
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Fancy DevaneGwen picked up a red feather boa and handed it to Fancy. "You're the young starlet who will do anything to get what she wants." Fancy's dark eyes glittered as she draped the long boa around her neck. With the feathers trailing behind, she strutted the length of the room. The men followed her with their eyes. Name: Honey Potts RoseThat left one person without a role. "Rose, you are the snoopy gossip columnist." Gwen handed her a flowered Hedda Hopper style hat. Rose Beckman put the hat on; the brim flopped over her eyes and she repositioned it. "It's definitely typecasting, or so my husband would say." ConradGwen quickly explained about the murder game. "Conrad, you are C.V.'s bodyguard." Now at last, Gwen understood why Lawrence thought it funny when he suggested Conrad for the bodyguard role. He would obviously rather kill Lawrence than protect him.
Name: WinnieGwen finished her assignments. "Winnie, you are the star of the movie. You are an old-time actress, a rather kind, motherly person. The young starlet wants your role." Gwen looked at Winnie. Yes, she did fit the role. She was middle aged, but still attractive, and her air of sadness only enhanced the attractiveness.
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