Summary:
The Art of Murder #5
Murder: Live and in Technicolor
Working undercover gives FBI Art Crime Team agent Jason West the illusion that he’s safe from his stalker, Dr. Jeremy Kyser. Though film history and preservation are not Jason’s area of expertise, he’s intrigued by the case of a well-connected UCLA film studies professor whose family believes she may have been murdered after discovering a legendary lost 1950s PI film.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the country, BAU Chief Sam Kennedy gets disturbing news: the Roadside Ripper, the serial killer Sam believes murdered his college boyfriend, may not have been working alone.
Original Review March 2023:
Jason West and Sam Kennedy may not be my favorite Josh Lanyon couple, they may not even be my second or third favorite but I do love them! If you are drawn to opposites attract, co-workers, sort-of-friends to lovers, and attraction-found-amongst-trouble tropes you will love West and Kennedy. I say "sort-of-friends" because personally I don't know that I would ever really called their beginnings a friendship but they were definitely more than just co-workers.I know some are disappointed when the explicit heat is off page but not me. Don't get me wrong, I love the explicit stuff but it's not a must, not a make or break scenario for me. Actually when done right, off page heat can be even hotter than the highly detailed acts because it makes the reader's imagination work overtime and I think most of us have pretty healthy imaginations😉😉.
As for The Movie-Town Murders, I found a great blend of on & off page heat to get my brain gears working. I don't think there was ever any real doubt as to how the men felt about each other but I found the pair, especially Sam, to express their emotions more in Movie-Town than the previous entries even though for a majority of the story they aren't even in the same location. A lovely realistic progression of the couples' relationship, both occupationally and emotionally.
Now on to the mystery side of Movie-Town. Okay so you know what's coming: no spoilers and it's a mystery which means everything can be a spoiler so no real plot points touched on here. I enjoyed seeing Jason in an undercover role in a topic that may not be his primary expertise but it definitely falls in line I think in his art crime division, or at least on the outskirts. I will say there is a bit of a cliffhanger in this entry and I know some don't like that but I loved it! Talk about building up my adrenaline rush another notch!
RATING:
The Skydome Lounge was a revolving restaurant and bar on the top floor of the North Tower of the DoubleTree Hilton in Crystal City. The muted George Jetson meets George Washington decor was uninspired, but no one came for the beige ambiance or even the Tomahawk Ribeye. It took less than forty-five minutes for the glass dome to complete a full 360° rotation, and when the weather was clear, like today, the views of the Pentagon, DC, and the Potomac were phenomenal.
Also, the Skydome’s bartenders understood the art of the free pour.
Jason scanned the mostly empty room and spotted Sam seated at a table beside the wall of windows. His dark suit jacket was draped on the back of the chair, and he was working on his laptop. For a moment Jason let himself enjoy the sight of Sam being Sam: his hard not-quite-handsome profile absorbed in whatever he was reading, white shirtsleeves rolled to reveal tanned and muscular forearms, one well-shod foot moving in absent, restless rhythm.
At a nearby table, two attractive, well-dressed women whispered to each other and tittered as they sized Sam up.
Otherwise, the restaurant was deserted. A DJ station sat vacant in the middle of the room, surrounded by a small parquet dance floor that would barely accommodate three couples. Four large televisions tuned to MSNBC hung from the ceiling, reporting on the continued lack of cooperation from pretty much everyone for pretty much everything.
As Jason approached, Sam glanced up. His severe expression softened, though in order to recognize that, you’d have to know what to look for. Sam took off his gold-wire glasses and pushed down the lid of his laptop.
Jason said, “Hey.” He was still disconcerted—though happy, no question—to find Sam waiting for him in his hotel.
“Hi.” Sam studied him. “Okay?”
Jason nodded, pulled out the chair across from Sam, and sat down. “Yep. Just…surprised.”
About everything. The truth was, he felt shaken in the aftermath of all that adrenaline. The way you did after any close call. He’d been braced for the worst. He was still trying to absorb that the worst hadn’t come to pass.
Sam nodded to the bartender, who crossed the little dance floor to them. “What are you drinking?” Sam asked Jason.
“Whatever’s on tap,” Jason told the bartender.
She nodded. Glanced at the empty rocks glass next to Sam’s elbow. “Another?”
Sam nodded. As the bartender walked away, he said to Jason, “What happened?”
Jason said cautiously, “Kapszukiewicz said you phoned her?”
“We talked on Friday. She hadn’t come to a decision yet.”
Jason offered Sam a crooked smile. “Then you’ll appreciate the irony. Per Kapszukiewicz, both my grandfather and Roy Thompson are deceased and therefore have—had—no active ongoing ‘interest’ in the case.”
Sam’s brow furrowed as he processed.
“Had Thompson still been alive and facing prosecution, then the possibility that my grandfather allegedly ordered him to steal artifacts could have created conflict on my part, since my grandfather could, again allegedly, have been materially involved in the conduct subject to my investigation.”
Jason could see the moment it clicked. Sam’s eyes—the same uncompromising blue of the FBI seal—flickered. His mouth curved wryly. “Your investigation was into ownership of the art, not whether Thompson was guilty of theft.”
“Yes. Right.” Jason expelled a long breath. “Whether my grandfather ordered Thompson to take the art and other items—which he’d never have done—or Thompson ‘liberated’ those things on his own, the bottom line is the treasure was still stolen.”
Sam looked thoughtful. “How the art was acquired wouldn’t affect the outcome of the investigation.”
Jason laughed, wiped his eyes because this was still painful. “Right. In a nutshell. Which is what I must have been. Nuts. What concerns Kapszukiewicz isn’t the ethical conflict. It’s that I believed there was an ethical conflict—and acted accordingly.”
Sam said, “It’s always the cover-up, never the crime.” He added, “Not that you committed or would commit any crime.”
Jason appreciated that Sam felt that way now. He hadn’t seemed to feel that way three days ago.”
“Right. I just…short-circuited. I don’t know why.”
“I do,” Sam was curt. “You do too. So does Kapszukiewicz.” Sam had made no bones about the fact he believed Jason was suffering from nervous exhaustion. He’d probably shared that belief with Kapszukiewicz. Which Jason did not appreciate, but, given recent events, could hardly argue with.
Sam must have been reviewing his own actions and reactions because he added, “This is why speaking to an ethics official ahead of time would be helpful.”
“Yes. Agreed.”
Sam had viewed Jason’s actions as negatively as Jason had. It was never going to be funny, but it was a lesson to both of them. About a number of things.
Jason flicked him a rueful look. “So when you phoned Kapszukiewicz on Friday, that was before you left Montana?”
Sam’s pale brows rose in polite inquiry.
“Before you arrived in LA. Before we talked.” The hours during which Jason had believed their relationship truly was over. And, he would have bet, the hours during which Sam had also believed their relationship was at an end. Because he had ended it.
Or at least that had been Jason’s takeaway because then, like now, Sam had said nothing.
And continued to say nothing.
“Thank you.” Jason steadied his voice. “I mean it. You didn’t have to do that. Especially given your feelings about…everything.”
“I shared my thoughts with Kapszukiewicz. But I can’t tell another unit chief how to handle their team. I wouldn’t if I could.”
“No, I know.” And yet, per Kapszukiewicz, Sam had, in his own way, interceded on Jason’s behalf. That alone had shaken Jason. It was like discovering the sun could occasionally, when it chose, rise in the west and set in the east.
They had traveled a very long distance since that final confrontation in Sam’s temporary office at the Bozwin RA. A distance that had nothing to do with the thousand-plus miles between Montana and California. In fact, most of the journey had happened over the weekend in Jason’s little bungalow on Carroll Canal.
“Personal feelings aside, you’re a good agent, West. You’re ACT’s superstar. I think firing you would be a huge miscalculation. For a lot of reasons.” Jason opened his mouth, but Sam added, “And as far as my personal feelings?” He gave a funny smile. “I think you know there’s not much I wouldn’t do for you.”
Jason really didn’t want to get caught crying in his beer—especially when the beer had yet to arrive. He said briskly, “George phoned too, also asking for clemency.” He was trying to joke, but mild-mannered Supervisory Special Agent George Potts’ attempt to save him meant nearly as much as Sam’s.
The bartender arrived then with their drinks. It seemed Sam was running a tab. So was he not heading out to Quantico after all?
Jason picked up his frosted beer mug. Sam lightly knocked the heel of his glass to Jason’s. “Welcome back, West.”
Jason dipped his head in acknowledgment—the weirdest things choked him up lately. “Geronimo.” He took a long swallow of beer.
“Anyway, like I said, you’re a valuable asset.” Sam sipped his drink. Yet when his gaze met Jason’s there was a look that got to Jason in some hard to explain way. Not sympathy exactly, but a sort of utter and complete understanding that gave Jason a peculiar feeling in his belly, left him feeling warm and weak.
Maybe—well, no maybe about it—it wasn’t fair or even accurate, but he’d always believed there were conditions attached to Sam’s…affection for him. Now they seemed to have crossed into a no man’s land of awareness and acceptance. He had no idea what their future held, but he felt confident of Sam’s feelings in a way he never really, fully had before.
Jason sipped his beer, watching a plane flying into Regan International. In a few hours he’d be flying out himself. But he was not going to look beyond this minute, this stolen time with Sam. God only knew when they’d be in the same town at the same time again.
Suddenly, he remembered something from the interview in Kapszukiewicz’s office and made a sound of amusement.
“What?” Sam asked.
“I almost forgot. Kapszukiewicz said J.J. phoned and told her he objected to having three different partners during his field training period and would prefer that I remain at the LA field office.”
Sam choked on his whisky sour. “Jesus Christ.” He hastily wiped his chin.
Jason laughed.
They had a couple more drinks, talked about nothing much. Jason’s thoughts kept pinging back to the meeting with Kapszukiewicz, reliving every excruciating minute. He was torn between abject relief he still had a career, and mortification that he had come so close to losing it.
By the time five o’clock rolled around, the bar was filling up, the noise level rising accordingly.
Sam raised his brows in inquiry. “Did you want to order dinner or…?”
Jason’s heart lifted. That was one question answered. Sam was staying over. He smiled. “Or. Definitely or.”
Sam’s mouth quirked. He pushed his chair back.
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Bestselling author of over sixty titles of classic Male/Male fiction featuring twisty mystery, kickass adventure and unapologetic man-on-man romance, JOSH LANYON has been called "the Agatha Christie of gay mystery."
Her work has been translated into eleven languages. The FBI thriller Fair Game was the first male/male title to be published by Harlequin Mondadori, the largest romance publisher in Italy. Stranger on the Shore (Harper Collins Italia) was the first M/M title to be published in print. In 2016 Fatal Shadows placed #5 in Japan's annual Boy Love novel list (the first and only title by a foreign author to place on the list).
The Adrien English Series was awarded All Time Favorite Male Male Couple in the 2nd Annual contest held by the Goodreads M/M Group (which has over 22,000 members). Josh is an Eppie Award winner, a four-time Lambda Literary Award finalist for Gay Mystery, and the first ever recipient of the Goodreads Favorite M/M Author Lifetime Achievement award.
Josh is married and they live in Southern California.Her work has been translated into eleven languages. The FBI thriller Fair Game was the first male/male title to be published by Harlequin Mondadori, the largest romance publisher in Italy. Stranger on the Shore (Harper Collins Italia) was the first M/M title to be published in print. In 2016 Fatal Shadows placed #5 in Japan's annual Boy Love novel list (the first and only title by a foreign author to place on the list).
The Adrien English Series was awarded All Time Favorite Male Male Couple in the 2nd Annual contest held by the Goodreads M/M Group (which has over 22,000 members). Josh is an Eppie Award winner, a four-time Lambda Literary Award finalist for Gay Mystery, and the first ever recipient of the Goodreads Favorite M/M Author Lifetime Achievement award.
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