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The Vanishing Violinist

A Joan Spencer Mystery

Sara Hoskinson Frommer

The Vanishing Violinist

Copyright © 1999 Sara Hoskinson Frommer

First published by St. Martin’s Minotaur

First eBook edition

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For Charles and Joe


Waiting for Rebecca seemed like such a simple thing to agree to at the time.

Joan Spencer hadn’t expected to marry again after Ken died. During the rough years when she was bringing up two children alone, she had occasionally let herself fantasize about a stranger with their father’s slender build, dark curls, and pixie grin. Nothing could have been further from the man of her dreams than the one on her sofa, nibbling her ear after she’d fed him lunch. Yet she felt absolutely right about planning to share the rest of her life with the bulky blond policeman with crinkly eyes.

“Only don’t rush me, Fred,” she said.

“Rush you!” Detective Lieutenant Fred Lundquist pulled away and patted her hand the way she occasionally patted the hands of the old ladies at the Oliver Senior Citizens’ Center she directed. “I wouldn’t dream of it. Now that you mention it, we’d probably better wait a few more years. You’ll need grandchildren first, to throw rose petals.”

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