Engaged to Die (Death on Demand Mysteries, No. 14)
Love is within the air -- yet regrettably, so is homicide -- as award-winning writer Carolyn Hart returns once more to the South Carolina Low state island of Broward's Rock and units her pleasant married sleuths, the Darlings, on separate trails to a killer.
Nothing warms the center like romance -- at the same time the uncooked, chilly winds of January relax the citizens of Broward's Rock to the bone. yet it is greater than amore that intrigues secret bookstall proprietor Annie Darling and her husband, Max, whilst filthy rich, widowed artwork consumer Virginia Neville declares her engagement to Jake O'Neill, her good-looking, captivating, and lots more and plenty more youthful fiancé, at a gala commencing on the Neville gallery. Virginia's pleased statement leaves the various amassed -- particularly sure contributors of her envious prolonged stepfamily -- fairly peeved. And one of many visitors takes the scoop more durable than the remainder: prior to the final champagne bubble pops, homicide disrupts the grand celebration.
Quickly deputized through appearing Police leader Billy Cameron, troubleshooter Max Darling dives headfirst into the icy investigative waters, leaving spouse Annie a bit of out within the chilly. yet seeing that her younger assistant, Chloe, is a main suspect -- and considered one of Jake O'Neill's most up-to-date damaged hearts -- Annie is set to untangle the unholy marriage of jealousy, blackmail, gunplay, and malicious mischief ... no matter if it skill crossing swords with hubby Max and putting herself within the perilous direction of a cleverly sadistic stalker.
Compelling oval face made her husband, Carl, glance much more ineffectual compared. in the meanwhile, her good looks used to be marred by way of narrowed eyes and a scowl that drew her black brows right into a immediately line. Susan, her fine-boned face uneasy, watched her sister-in-law. Susan seemed very like Carl, delicate reasonable hair, critical good points, weedy body, yet she held her head excessive. not anyone could time period her ineffectual. Edith munched a celery stick. "Irene's forgotten that lovely is as lovely does. Susan's afraid.
Cap. If I had lovely hair like Jake's—look at these curls—I would not constantly cover it lower than a cap. yet he is not happy with drop-dead attractiveness. He needs to imagine he is a modem Beau Brummell. He clothes like a matinee idol from the thirties, a white swimsuit and panama hat in the summertime and an argyll sweater and a golfing cap within the iciness. now not your ordinary sturdy old—" Annie stared on the doorway and remembered Chloe's husky, keen, love-struck voice: ". . . wears a cap. you recognize, the type golfers used to.
disregard and right down to a platform. The physique lay at the asymmetric brick circle, facedown, arms outflung, stunning within the sharp brightness of Billy's flashlight. The caterer pointed on the lifeless guy, the outstretched fingers shockingly white opposed to the crimson brick. "You can see the again of bis head's range in." The darkish head used to be misshapen, the strength of the blow miserable the cranium. Annie stared at bunched eco-friendly taffeta poking out from underneath the physique, Kelly eco-friendly taffeta stained with blood. "Jake . .
Eyes brightened. "Yeah, i used to be going to take her to a physician. Me, I support humans. convinced, I do. yet i used to be in my boat, now not a motor vehicle, so i could not take her to the clinic. I carried her all the way down to the quay and used to be placing her within the boat. whilst I du—set her down, her head lolled again and that i observed this darkish purple hair. i presumed that used to be beautiful funny." He glared at Annie. "The whinge over there, she's blond." Annie stuck Max's arm, held it tight. This time it was once she who gave the cautionary glance. She shook.
Concussion. Laceration, swelling correct temple." He ripped open the MoonPie wrapper, took a major chew. "Heat packs restored physique temperature. Intermittent consciousness—" Billy leaned ahead. "She stated anything?" Dr. Burford took one other gigantic chunk, leaving a smear of chocolate on his chin. "Keeps muttering, 'Bob, Bob, Bob.' no longer a lot else." He lifted the Mountain Dew and chugged a very good part. Billy jangled the cash in his pocket. "How quickly do you predict her which will talk?" Dr. Burford.