title: The Infernal Detective: Book Four in the Riga Hayworth Series (Volume 4)
author:  Kirsten Weiss 
description: Kirsten Weiss is the author of the Riga Hayworth series of paranormal mysteries: the urban fantasy, The Metaphysical Detective, The Alchemical Detective, The Shamanic Detective, and The Infernal Detective. Kirsten worked overseas for nearly fourteen years, in the fringes of the former USSR and deep in the Afghan war zone. Her experiences abroad not only gave her glimpses into the darker side of human nature, but also sparked an interest in the effects of mysticism and mythology, and how both are woven into our daily lives. Now based in San Mateo, CA, she writes paranormal mysteries, blending her experiences and imagination to create a vivid world of magic and mayhem. Kirsten has never met a dessert she didnt like, and her guilty pleasures are watching Ghost Whisperer reruns and drinking good wine. Follow her on Twitter @RigaHayworth Kirsten's Website: http://kirstenweiss.com
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  Kirsten Weiss
  
  The Infernal Detective
  
  Book Four in the Riga Hayworth Series
  
  
  
  
  
  Chapter1
  
  Riga checked her watch.
  
  It was thirteen o’clock, and her feet hurt.
  
  She’d never liked high heels, shouldn’t have worn the over-priced, strappy
  black pumps. Riga had been almost relieved when one of the heels snapped,
  relieved for the excuse to slip upstairs, relieved to escape.
  
  A roar of laughter, punctuated by shattering glass. On the stairway, Riga
  winced, the relief evaporating. A week to the wedding and she’d already begun
  to feel proprietary about his things, their new lake house. But the crash was
  likely only a wine glass, and Donovan – they – could afford it…
  
  Frowning, she looked again at her watch.
  
  Nine forty-seven.
  
  Riga rubbed her eyes. She had imagined the thirteen o’clock. It wasn’t an
  omen, a portent.
  
  She limped up the steps, dangling the broken pump from one hand, the other
  hand grasping the hem of her gown, a sweep of formfitting black lace. She
  looked damn