It's a Mod, Mod, Mod, Mod Murder — Rosemary Martin

Go-go boots, miniskirts, and murder.

Wow! Here I am in New York City in 1964, with my very own apartment , my fun-loving roommate, Darlene--she's a stewardess--and the coolest job a girl could want as secretary to my dreamy boss, Bradley...I mean, Mr. Williams, Vice President of Talent for Rip-City Records. Checkered cabs, the Peppermint Lounge, London fashions--I want to try it all. And, of course, I want to marry Bradley. I just have to convince him to stop dating all those blondes and redheads....

With a degree from secretarial school under her groovy belt, Bebe Bennett has split Richmond, Virginia, for the whirlwind of Manhattan. Now that the Beatles are topping the charts, her boss has signed up the British group Philip Royal and the Beefeaters for his record label. But when Bebe and Darlene go to the Legends Hotel--where Bobby Darin stays!--to meet two members of the band for a fab night out, they find Philip dead, electrocuted with his own guitar. Even worse, the fuzz suspect Darlene and ground her from flying. So, it's up to Bebe to abandon her Jackie Kennedy -- inspired suits and venture into the smoky nightclubs of Greenwich Village, delving into the dark side of the swinging city to expose a killer....