This fun-loving mystery/romcom features Juliette Winters, author, editor, and likely workaholic. The book opens with Juliette hobnobbing with the Seattle elite on a posh yacht, working the crowd in anticipation of an announcement from business titan Warren Ellingham. It seems that Warren has a) decided to publish his memoirs and b) promised Juliette exclusive rights to the book, the most exciting, salacious tell-all that Seattle has seen in years, if not decades. Except things don’t always make it to the podium as smoothly as one might like. Before he can get a few words out, Warren keels over—likely from a heart attack—and the manuscript disappears, with Juliette left holding an empty bag. It’s easy to feel sorry for Juliette, but the arrival of Charlie Hawkins, MD on the scene, does a lot to cheer things up, and the woman who asserts not to have time for romance may well have to re-examine that claim, while still looking for Warren’s manuscript. Sure to delight fans of lighter mysteries from L. M. Chilton, Mia P. Manansala, and Elle Cosimano.
Brian Kenney
Stewart brings us back to a time of tumult: mid-1960s rural Vermont. In this sequel to Agony Hill, we are reintroduced to Detective Frank Warren, a good guy whose efforts at law enforcement—assisted by Trooper “Pinky” Goodrichsend—see the two of them traipsing up and down the county at all hours. This book opens as one of the visitors to the Ridge Club, a hunting and fishing lodge exclusively for rich and distinguished men, is found dead, on the same day that deer season opens. A mere coincidence, right? But Frank suspects that there may be more than someone accidentally shooting themselves while cleaning their rifle. So he and Pinky launch an investigation that tangles them up in the Ridge Club members when a violent snowstorm comes along to isolate them even further. This closed-circle narrative is wonderfully well-done, deeply satisfying, and a compelling portrait of a community undergoing change. Readers who enjoy these books will also appreciate Julia Spencer-Fleming, William Kent Krueger, and Ausma Zehanat Khan.
This is one of those binary books. As darkly funny as it’s poignant and moving. Light and cozy, except when it’s suspenseful and horrifying. In short, there’s a whole lot going on, yet Chilton, author of the delightful Swiped, succeeds in keeping it all afloat. Kirby Cornell, a failed Nepo Baby, lives in the bleak town of Crowhust in an even bleaker apartment with a gaggle of roommates. It takes a desperate message to their old group chat to get Kirby and her chums to put down the beer. But the message isn’t what’s so scary. It’s that the message comes from Esme, an ex-roommate who died a year ago. Creepy, no? The novel moves between a year ago and the present day, with plenty of Crowhurst, including the local “fayre,” in between. Because it turns out that Crowhurst was the killing ground of a terrifying serial killer who was active in the 1980s, may have never been fully identified, and who provides Kirby and chums with plenty of speculation. A fast-moving, clever thriller that uses social media to keep the narrative thriving. Teens and twenty-somethings should love this.
Fortunately for M.C. Beaton (aka Marian Chesney) fans, this sixth Agatha Raisin novel created since Beaton’s demise, and written by R. W. Greenby, provides all the fun they are looking for. Mrs. Bloxby, the Vicar’s wife, convinces Agatha to attend a lecture by the Carsely Ladies Society to be delivered by three bird watchers (they call themselves twitchers). Agatha expects a dull evening but it turns out to be quite the opposite as a local farmer breaks up the lecture and threatens the women for trespassing on his land, and then the trio of twitchers ends up having a full-on war among one another. The next day, Agatha learns that one of the women has been discovered dead, and the rather dumb police chief insists it isn’t murder. So off we go, as Agatha takes up the search for the murderer, using the staff of her detective agency, friends, and inside knowledge from the police themselves. A pleasure, but brace yourself for a very surprising ending.
Considering the title, you could be forgiven for thinking this is a frothy, fun-filled mystery akin to Only Murders in the Building. And while there is some droll humor here, this book also tackles serious social issues, including domestic violence and a murder that reverberates through the decades. The plot is both simple (Elín S. Jónsdóttir, a famous, older, mystery writer disappears) and complex (she has many friends who would be willing to help her vanish). But what’s the motive? That question lies in the hands of young detective Helgi Reykdal, who should be familiar to many readers from Jónasson’s Death at the Sanatorium. The two books share much in common, including multiple timelines and a rapid pace that keeps the readers on their toes. As the onion gets peeled, and the pieces start to fall apart, the book becomes increasingly transparent. Exhilarating and gripping; fans of Agatha Christie and Nordic Noir will find much to enjoy here.
A homeless man is discovered dead in Bristol’s park-like Clifton Downs. End of the story, right? Not if you are DS Cross, who “was always drawn to cases like this. Cases of the dispossessed. The outsider. He related to them because in many ways he was one himself.” Cross has Asperger’s syndrome, and unlike his peers, he is slow to write off the victim. Indeed, his persistence, his dogged examination of all the details, and his reexamination of the evidence manage to keep the case alive—traits that serve the victim but set his fellow officers on edge, ready to wrap up the case. Say what they want, Cross has the best conviction rate of his precinct by a long shot. In seeking to resolve the murder of the homeless man, Cross realizes he needs to go back to a cold case from 15 years ago, despite the scorn he receives from his boss and peers. Socially awkward detectives are nothing new, but Sullivan goes deep into Cross’s self and his struggle to identify the personalities of others: he combines physical expressions with tone to make inferences. The publishing history of this series is extraordinarily confusing, but we know for certain that Grove is publishing the first three books in the series, as well as The Tailor, the eighth, in October. Order multiple copies, there should be a big audience for Cross, both those with Aspergers who rarely see themselves depicted with any accuracy and fans of police dramas like Tana French, Donna Leon, and Louise Penny.
A new installment in Trincheri’s mystery series is a call for nothing less than celebration. Retired NYPD detective Nico Doyle, now living in Tuscany, takes it upon himself to investigate a murder that has torn a family apart. A message discreetly deposited in the collar of Nico’s dog (“Please help my babbo”) by Cilia, a seven-year-old girl, piques Nico’s interest. Enough that he decides to take up the investigation and locate Saverio, Cilia’s father, who disappeared after his partner in an electronics store was killed, with Saverio the carabinieri’s number one suspect. Nico starts by questioning some of the local folk and friends in Gravigna, his hometown, but eventually he heads off to the larger, beautiful town of Pitigliano, where the murder took place. Rich in culture, food, wine and—above all else—friendship, this is sure to be loved by fans of cozyish series, gentle police procedurals, and Italia!
Yes indeed, this is certainly one hell of a way to go. When Anthony Wistern has a bit of an accident during his 60th birthday—he falls onto an expensive, large party decoration that pierces him—he ends up dead, of all things. Worse, he finds himself to be in a sort of rundown waiting room, where he is meant to stay until he can recall what or who it was that killed him. He’s reputed to be vastly wealthy—though does he actually have the funds to back up his claims of belonging to the one percent?—and all his family cares about, from his sarcastic wife Oliva to their four useless, repugnant, and adult children, is what Anthony had in the bank. Obsessively watching his family on Limbo TV, hoping for some hints as to how he died, which would allow him to get sprung, Anthony is astonished to find that no one seems to be making any sort of fuss over his demise. In fact, Olivia seems quite put out at the mess he has left behind, including both his financial problems (where did the money go?) and social issues (such as a mistress). The book is narrated by Anthony; Olivia; and a third character, the Sleuth, a young woman, an obsessive blogger, and a true-crime fanatic who is convinced Anthony was murdered and will jump over any fence to prove it. As with Mackie’s earlier book, How to Kill Your Family, this is chock full of plots both large and small, although when it comes to dark humor, this book is the clear winner.
Alice Pepper has one busy life. She’s director of the West Hazel, Oregon, public library. She’s the center of a group of friends—all puzzle fanatics—who regularly meet for meals and puzzling. And she’s got plenty of family members, like her nieces, whose lives she needs to keep an eye on. She may have had to put off retirement because her divorce has wiped out much of her savings, but Alice always keeps focused on what’s important. And in much of this book it’s the disappearance of her friend Michelle Chong, martial and visual artist, that has Alice’s attention. Did Michelle run away, finally escaping from that no-good husband to create a life elsewhere, or was she a victim of domestic violence? Nearly half the book is devoted to searching for Michelle, and once that’s resolved this second book in the series (after Puzzle Me a Murder) expands deeper into Alice’s world—which is loving and caring, yes, but also features major pieces of the past she has been unable to resolve. For fans of Richard Osman, Nancy Bush, and Leslie Meier.
Hang on to your hat! This latest from Andrea Mara is one twisty terror ride that will have readers glued to the page. The premise starts out simple enough. Susan O’Donnell, a high-school math teacher, is a new mother, her daughter Bella having been born four months ago. Safe to say Susan is exhausted, sleep deprived, and anxious. So when she reads a snide WhatsApp message from the local neighborhood queen, clearly directed at Susan, she sends it on to her two sisters with her own remarks: “omg she’s such a smug wagon. I’d love to send her the pics of her husband wrapped around the PR girl at the opening party for Bar Four…” Bitchy? Totally. Funny? Yes, indeed. Except that Susan makes a dreadful mistake: she sends her post to not just her sisters, but to the 300 residents of her housing estate. Time to grovel and beg for forgiveness. Except things don’t work out quite that way. Instead, this one incident sets in motion a series of lies, violence, and murder that no one can stop. A knock-out.