Barbara B. (redhatter) reviewed on 7/8/2006 + 577 more book reviews

From inside cover:
"I found Shirley Angowski, attired in a pink nylon pegnoir edged with a profusion of pink boa feathers at the hem and cuffs. She was shaking with hysteria and screaming. 'He's dead! He's dead! Look at him, he's dead!'
'Who's dead?' I asked as more doors were flung open.
She pointed to the room next to mine.
Supine on the floor lay Andrew Simon, his skin pasty, eyes wide and bulging, hair disheveled, dressed in a handsome black smoking jacket with matching ascot that was pulled dreadfully askew. I thought the ascot was a bit over the top, especially since it looked as though Andy hadn't a clue how to knot the thing. Now he'd never know.
Shirley was right. Andy was dead.
Not a good way to begin your Golden Swiss Triangle Tour.

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