Bøger udgivet af Charlene Torkelson

DISCO DEATH John Travolta strutted his stuff across the movie screen in "Saturday Night Fever", and suddenly the dance world would never be the same. Minneapolis was no stranger to the new trends. Young teachers and students began to frequent the domain of dancemaster Edward Garrett. His original choreography and charismatic personality drew the rich and the want-to-be with-it elite of Minneapolis and St. Paul. It also brought about his demise.

TWO TO TANGO The car was flattened like an old tin can. Once compact and small, it was now even smaller and certainly more compact. The occupant of the car was a dancer, or rather a former dancer who discovered it takes two to Tango. And that ended several promising careers as well as a life.

THE WEDDING WALTZ WIDOW The air was electric with crowds of soon-to-be brides, their mothers, and possible bridesmaids scampering around the convention center. Groups meandered around the hallways waiting for the big event of the day - the fashion show. Little did they know they would be in attendance of not only a fabulous fashion show, but witnesses to a homicide that would leave one woman a widow rather than a bride.

THE HOMICIDE HUSTLE "People, I need you to do hustle movements behind the front principals that have large arm movements like sweethearts and overhead wraps. Small movements will not show well in photos." They were shooting jacket covers for soon to be released disco albums. But by the end of the day something else would be shot - or rather someone else would be shot. It was a hustle shoot that would be more memorable than anyone ever imagined.

THE COUNTRY WESTERN CORPSE Papa's was huge. The parking lot itself was mammoth in size but once a person entered the double doors at the end of the sloping walk ramp, the inside was breathtaking. Tonight the room was empty except for a few uniformed police peering into the corners of the darkened room and a team of medics lifting a body onto a gurney. What exactly had happened in the hours before when this person now dead had been laughing and dancing? And who was this mysterious cowboy who died with his dancing boots on?

MAMBO TO MURDER Festival! That magical time of year when the dance studios in Minneapolis were transformed into gala parties with colorful décor. Amid the excitement and festive mood, the highlight would be the "West Side Story" party when the Jets gang from the Minneapolis city area would rival the Sharks from the suburb studio in a dance-off. In spite of the friendly banter between these two rival "gangs", at the end of the evening there would be an actual body - a murder victim similar to the end of the Broadway version of "West Side Story". Except this time it wasn't acting. This time it was real.

Tyra Fields settled back into her seat gently pushing the overweight man sleeping next to her back into his space. This Las Vegas trip was the culmination of hard work. Hard work to improve her dance skills. Hard work to claw her way to the top of the profession. Hard work to find just the right dance partner. Someone she could mold into the kind of dancer she needed to move her career to the top. She smugly smiled. Little did she know that this trip to Las Vegas would culminate with a loss - a loss that could put all of the hard work in jeopardy. A loss that could end her career all together.