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Suitable Fate
A.R. Grobbo
A Gloria Trevisi Mystery

Talk about danger on your doorstep…a mysterious victim in a familiar suit has just paid Gloria a visit, and died. With the corpse on a slab and crucial evidence bagged and labeled, police already have their chief suspect in their sights: Tony Lambert, Gloria’s husband.










"SUITABLE FATE - A Gloria Trevisi Mystery by A. R. Grobbo – is a gripping, page turner. In my opinion, it is the best Gloria mystery yet. The plot is complicated with surprising twists and turns. Some of the delightful characters are quirky but completely believable. And Gloria is so real that the reader breathes and sighs and shivers along with her. I can't recommend SUITABLE FATE highly enough." ~ Dee Lloyd , Award winning Author

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Chapter 1

Gloria Trevisi Lambert stared down at the body that lay at the foot of the long flight of metal stairs leading from the dusty back alley to her upstairs apartment.

It wasn’t simply its presence that robbed her of breath and caused her heart to stop. It was its familiarity. Clutching two heavy grocery bags, she tried to think through the shock. Certainly she recognized the suit-but the person wearing it?

It was a man, a tall man with dark hair, fair skin... and a lot of blood to lose. Oh, God.... "No, it’s not Tony," she whispered. "It couldn’t be Tony."

It was definitely not her husband, recently back in her life after a four-month absence. Of that she was certain, even though the face was mostly turned away, and what was visible was...well, unrecognizable. She backed away a step and crossed herself. A grocery bag dangled from her hand and bumped lightly against the infant carrier slung against her chest.

As for what he was wearing... . "Oh, shit." She had taken that suit of Tony’s to the Goodwill in Kitchener a few days ago, along with several other items of clothing that he would no longer need. Appalled that he could discard an expensive, tailored masterpiece such as this one so casually, she had considered keeping it, just in case...what? In case he ran out of money for clothes? Not likely. But perhaps someone tall, broad-shouldered and extremely broke might get some use out of it, she reasoned. Someone, perhaps, with Tony’s coloring. The shade was rather becoming to a man with dark hair and gray eyes, like... . Were his eyes gray? She let out the breath she’d held for several seconds.

What should she do? Scream? Screaming was not her style; swearing was. And either way, she would wake her infant daughter, who slept peacefully against her chest in the canvas infant carrier.

It was too late to worry about waking Arianna; Gloria’s pounding heart likely was a drum roll next to her baby’s sensitive ear. She heard a slight whimper and felt tiny hands push against her chest. "It’s all right, Sweetie," she breathed, patting the warm bulge under the canvas. "It’s not your daddy." She swallowed to relieve the constriction in her throat.

Tell someone, an inner voice commanded.

How? The body was blocking her stairway. Should she simply step over it, climb the stairs to her flat, and phone the police from there? She lifted a foot... and took another step back. Her knees felt like jelly on toothpicks.

She took another breath and focused on tiny details that she might need to remember later. Yes, nearly as tall as Tony, but not tall enough, and shoulders a bit too narrow judging by the slackness in the jacket. The cuffs of the pants revealed shoes that were scuffed and worn down at the heels. The large hands were rough, and he wore no wedding ring; Tony always wore his. The hair was dark, nearly the same shade as Tony’s but shaggy and ill-groomed. To someone who did not know her husband as well as she did, it could have resembled him. An ugly thought gripped her; turning away finally, she forced a step, and then another, dropped the grocery bags and ran.

By the time she arrived at the busy main street and flung open the door to her cousin’s small bakery, she could barely stand.

"There’s a dead body on my stairs," she said to the young woman behind the counter . Her voice shook, and she drew a hurricane breath. "He’s wearing Tony’s clothes. And I dropped my groceries in the alley. Loretta, will you hold the baby while I use the phone?"

Fiction, Mystery/Suspense/Thriller Length: 248 Pages

Release Date: May 2012 ISBN: 978-1-55404-973-8

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About the Author

Originally from Quebec, Anne Grobbo spent a number of years working as a news reporter and community editor on suburban newspapers in the Toronto area, and later as a business writer for a large international corporation. For years she combined career with further education, studying piano performance part-time and taking evening courses at University of Guelph.

Fed up with the employment treadmill after 20 years, she began to write the first of the “Gloria Trevisi” mysteries. The story featured an imaginary “daughter” who shared the author’s love of music and respect for the written word, along with her husband’s Italian work ethic and strong family values.

“As a teenager I devoured my parents’ paperbacks, cozy mysteries, spy thrillers, romantic suspense, historic fiction,” she recalls, “and I wanted to create something that wouldn’t embarrass a mom who found her fourteen-year-old daughter perusing her bookshelf. I write for adults, but I think a young adult reader would get a kick out of this series.”

Although her mysteries are solidly grounded in this world, Grobbo is an enthusiastic Trekkie and occasional visitor to Starfest, an international gathering of amateur astronomers held on a hilltop outside Mount Forest, Ontario.

A.R. Grobbo also loves everything rural. She lives in a century home in southwestern Ontario with husband, dog, and cats where she teaches piano, keeps bees, dreams up mystery plots. But she vows that someday, when time permits, she will finish her degree in piano performance.

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