The Friday 56 for 4/29/22: A Mint Condition Corpse by Duncan MacMaster

This is a weekly bloghop hosted by Freda’s Voice.

RULES:
Grab a book, any book.
Turn to Page 56 or 56% on your ereader. If you have to improvise, that is okay.
Find a snippet, short and sweet.
Post it

from Page 56 of:

A Mint Condition Corpse by Duncan MacMaster

Molly Garret had to get out of that hotel room.

Air laden with car exhaust and tobacco smoke from Toronto’s furtive fugitive smokers was an improvement from the little two bed hotel room that was currently housing Molly and six other female artists, writers and editors. It could have been okay, Molly had survived it before, even enjoyed it as a form of urban camping, but Emma, a junior editor pushed Molly over the edge. Emma had purchased, then broken, a bottle of perfume that claimed to be Chanel, but smelled more like it washed ashore out of the English Channel. The lesson learned by everyone staying in that room was that the products sold by street vendors never matched what the labels said, in quality or odour.

(just not enough authors give attention to this sense, it’s really effective in creating a scene, right?)