Evil in All Its Disguises

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Lily Moore joins a group of travel journalists for an all-expenses-paid press trip to Mexico's famous resort town of Acapulco. Lily's fellow journalist, Skye McDermott, drops hints about an investigation she's conducting. Skye, deeply upset at a lover who jilted her, is obsessed with getting revenge by exposing his company's fraud and illegal activities. But when Skye suddenly disappears, Lily knows something is terribly wrong. The hotel's staff refuses to listen or to even contact the authorities, and Lily ...

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Overview

Lily Moore joins a group of travel journalists for an all-expenses-paid press trip to Mexico's famous resort town of Acapulco. Lily's fellow journalist, Skye McDermott, drops hints about an investigation she's conducting. Skye, deeply upset at a lover who jilted her, is obsessed with getting revenge by exposing his company's fraud and illegal activities. But when Skye suddenly disappears, Lily knows something is terribly wrong. The hotel's staff refuses to listen or to even contact the authorities, and Lily begins to suspect that Skye is in grave danger. Worse yet, as Lily herself tries to escape, she discovers she's become a virtual prisoner in a gilded cage. A deadly trap has been set, and Lily finds herself maneuvered into the role of bait.

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Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
In Davidson’s creepy third outing for travel writer Lily Moore (after 2012’s The Next One to Fall), Lily checks into Acapulco’s Hotel Cerón just as a snake coils itself around her foot. Her discovery that the hotel is owned by Pantheon Worldwide, her ex-fiancé Martin Sklar’s company, is another ominous sign. The nearly deserted hotel begins to feel more like prison than a resort, particularly after fellow writer Skye McDermott, who was behaving oddly, disappears. Meanwhile, Martin’s right-hand man, Gavin Stroud, who’s in charge of the Cerón, and tour organizer Denny Chiu promise to shift Lily to a non-Pantheon hotel, but the move is always postponed. Eventually, Lily discovers that she’s bait in a trap, but unsure who’s the hunter and who’s the prey or whether she can trust anyone. Smoothly sinister characters and a creepy Poe-like atmosphere keep the pages turning, though a ragged climax and an overlong denouement disappoint. Agent: Judith Weber, Sobel Weber Associates. (Mar.)
From the Publisher
“Smoothly sinister characters and a creepy Poe-like atmosphere keep the pages turning.”—Publishers Weekly on Evil in All Its Disguises

“Anthony Award winner Davidson briskly launches into this twisting tale, and readers will have no choice but to follow, as they will seek the answers right along with Lily.”—Library Journal on Evil in All Its Disguises

“The crimes and the clues will keep you going, trying to unravel what is really going on and who all the bad guys are.”—RT Book Reviews on Evil in All Its Disguises

“Hilary Davidson delivers the goods—an exotic, atmospheric setting, a rocket-paced plot, and a bright, engaging heroine in Lily Moore.  Evil in All Its Disguises is a top-notch mystery—exciting, harrowing, and smart.”—Lisa Unger, New York Times bestselling author of Heartbroken

"Davidson has a great eye for the small detail that leads the reader into the spot and her puzzle plots are beautifully organized and crafted."—The Globe and Mail

"Davidson knows how to write a galloping page-turner, and the plot twists are plentiful."—Quill & Quire

Library Journal
An all-expenses-paid trip to Acapulco seems like a dream come true to Lily Moore, even though she will have to work with other travel journalists during her stay. The touted luxury destination, Hotel Ceron, though, is practically deserted and obviously in disarray. A fellow journalist, Skye, arrives behaving out of character and dropping hints that she is investigating her former lover for fraud. Lily worries about Skye's motives, until she disappears and Lily finds herself the center of an elaborate plot. VERDICT Anthony Award winner Davidson briskly launches into this twisting tale, and readers will have no choice but to follow, as they will seek the answers right along with Lily. The third book in this series (after The Next One To Fall) brings Lily face to face with friends, foes, and those who are both. Series fans will enjoy. [See Prepub Alert, 10/8/12.]
Kirkus Reviews
A press junket to Acapulco turns deadly. As she approaches the Hotel Cerón's reception desk, travel writer Lily Moore has two surprises waiting for her, neither of them pleasant. First, a poisonous snake slithers around her ankle; then she learns that the hotel is part of a chain owned by Martin Sklar, the former boyfriend who had put out a hit on her sister Claudia before she succumbed to heroin addiction. More bad news lurks just down the corridor, where a creepy photographer is trashing his room, and down in the bar, where Skye McDermott, another travel writer also comped at the hotel, disappears after hinting that she's going to expose a former lover's evil deeds. Did she mean Sklar? Smarmy hotel manager Gavin Stroud, Sklar's right-hand man, insists that she'll return, but Lily doubts it. Skye left her purse with her passport inside at the bar. Where is she, and whom can Lily trust? Certainly not the gun-toting head of hotel security or Gavin, who feeds her tidbits that make her woozy. Then, Skye's body turns up, Lily is virtually confined incommunicado in her hotel room, and even the PR gal in charge of the press junket lies to her. Worse yet, Sklar, now desiccated from cancer, appears, and a power play for control of the hotel ends in a shootout. The fireworks continue even after Lily returns to New York, where double crosses and nefarious schemes await. Lily's best friend Jesse, a sardonic gay man (The Next One to Fall, 2012, etc.), appears all too briefly, and her romance with Bruxton of the NYPD is too contrived, but there are tender glimpses of her failed relationships with Sklar and Claudia.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781624060854
  • Publisher: Dreamscape Media
  • Publication date: 3/5/2013
  • Series: Lily Moore Series , #3
  • Format: MP3 on CD
  • Edition description: Unabridged
  • Product dimensions: 6.04 (w) x 5.04 (h) x 1.13 (d)

Meet the Author

Hilary Davidson won the Anthony Award for Best First Novel for The Damage Done. The book also earned a Crimespree Award and was a finalist for the Arthur Ellis and Macavity awards. Hilary's widely acclaimed short stories have been featured in publications from Ellery Queen to Thuglit, and in many anthologies. A Toronto-born travel journalist and the author of eighteen nonfiction books, she has lived in New York City since October 2001.

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Multiple Audie nominee, Earphone Award winner, and one of Audiofile's Best Voices of 2010, Hillary has been narrating audiobooks since 2006 and has done close to 100 titles. She records on a regular basis in her studio in Santa Monica, CA, as well as with other producers. Her narration consistently garners glowing reviews. "Hillary Huber's narration is lyrical enough to be set to music." (Audiofile)

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Chapter 1

 

 

The snake had coiled itself halfway around my ankle by the time I spotted it. Cool and smooth against my skin, it inched across my sandaled foot, turning its head back and upward to meet my gaze. Its slender body was striped with red and yellow and blackish brown. Even though its eyes were all but invisible in its glossy dark head, I was sure it was regarding me with pure defiance.

“Welcome to Acapulco, Miss Moore.” The hotel clerk’s voice echoed from far, far away. “Is this your first time here?”

I wanted to answer him—it was my first time in Acapulco, not Mexico—but my tongue had gone sandpaper-dry and my teeth were grinding together. A soft noise escaped from the back of my throat.

The clerk didn’t notice. “You will enjoy your stay at the Hotel Cerón very much, I promise you.”

The snake gave an excited shiver, and then abandoned its perch atop my foot, slithering toward the shadows under the reception desk.

Stepping back several paces, I took a deep breath that didn’t quite fill the pit in my chest. “That snake isn’t poisonous, right?”

“What snake?” The clerk’s buoyant mood instantly deflated. “Where?”

“Under your desk.”

The clerk took a couple of steps back and looked down. The whites of his eyes were startling against his deep tan. The reception desk was a tall wooden counter carved into a series of archways that wouldn’t have been out of place in a church; the openings were fitted with wrought-iron grates. The snake was weaving its way through the slits in the metal, as if on an obstacle course. Briefly, it lifted its head and flicked its tongue, seemingly pleased at being the center of attention. When the clerk screamed, a bellman came running in, and I backed away some more. When I looked at the floor again, the snake was gone.

I stared at the tiles, holding my breath and waiting for it to reappear. The clerk and the bellman were on the floor, hunting under the desk and cursing in rapid-fire Spanish. The only word I caught was venonoso—poisonous—which wasn’t reassuring. I looked around the lobby. The Hotel Cerón had seemed so charming as I’d strolled in five minutes earlier. There were antique wooden tables with clawed feet and chairs with elaborately carved backs fitted between plush white sofas. The room was dolled up like a Technicolor film set from the 1950s, with its pink tile floor, turquoise pillows, and silver vases holding long-stemmed fragrant pink flowers. Scattered around the walls and on the squared-off columns was a series of black-and-white photographs of Hollywood stars who’d famously made this Mexican resort town their playground. There was a print of my idol, Ava Gardner, who’d brought Frank Sinatra to Acapulco on vacation. I also noticed a shot of Elizabeth Taylor and Mike Todd, who’d gotten married at a local villa. The retro atmosphere had immediately made me feel at home, until the snake decided to give me a personal welcome.

“Do not worry, Miss Moore. We will find the snake,” the clerk said. The bellman was stretched on the floor, peering under the reception desk.

“I’m sure you will.”

“It is very common to see snakes and lizards here, you understand. Even in the water, there are snakes.”

“Lovely.” I wasn’t phobic about snakes, but I preferred them behind glass, as they were at the Bronx Zoo’s Reptile House. “I guess it’s too late for me to get back on the plane?”

Behind me, someone said, “Lily?”

I turned and saw Skye McDermott standing by a pillar. She was blonder and thinner than she’d been when I’d last met up with her, but her heart-shaped face and wide-set gray-blue eyes were instantly recognizable. Now that her hair was platinum, she looked more like Jean Harlow than ever, though her features—eyebrows full, not tweezed into a thin 1930s line, and lips glossy, not painted into a bow—were modern. If Harlow were making movies today, she’d be a dead ringer for Skye.

“I had no idea you were on this trip!” I was thrilled to see her. We’d traveled together countless times over the years, and even though I rarely saw her outside of press junkets, she was the best travel companion I could ask for.

“It’s good to see you, Lily.” Her voice was thin, and it quavered on my name. As I went toward her, I noticed her skin was red and blotchy, as if she’d just been running. Up close, her eyes were swollen. Still, she gave me a smile and pulled me into a hug. Skye’s shoulder blades cut through the delicate black silk of her dress, making her seem terribly fragile. Barely five foot two, she was wearing four-inch heels that made her almost the same height as me in my low-heeled sandals.

“What’s wrong?” I pulled back gingerly, untangling myself from the long, flapperlike strand of reddish orange beads she was wearing. Up close, I could see how heavy her makeup was. She looked gorgeous but exhausted, with purplish half-moons under her eyes that no concealer could cover; I knew, because I’d tried to cover up plenty in my time.

“Nothing. Just, um, allergies. They’re awful here.” She smiled at me, but I wasn’t convinced. Skye had a definite flair for the dramatic, but she wasn’t someone who walked around weeping. She was usually gregarious and irreverent, and an incorrigible flirt. “What were you saying about a snake?” she asked, swiftly changing the subject.

“One wanted to get to know me better.” I looked at the tiles again, but they were serpent-free. “I don’t know where it crawled off to, so keep your eyes peeled. I didn’t see its fangs, but the clerk thinks it’s dangerous.”

“Ugh. There are creepy-crawly things all over the place here,” Skye said. “You’d think the humidity would get rid of them, but the only thing that kills is humans.”

“Your luggage is already in your suite, Miss Moore.” The clerk slid a small envelope across the counter. I retrieved it, stepping lightly near the desk. The number 527 was scrawled on the front; tucked inside were a pair of electronic key cards.

“Thank you.”

“If you will go upstairs, a waiter will bring your dinner to you,” he added. “The kitchen will have everything ready in less than half an hour.”

“But how do they…?”

“Steak, medium rare. Grilled root vegetables. Champagne. Crème brûlée,” the clerk recited. If someone had asked me to name a few of my favorite foods, those would all be on the list. “Miss Denny Chiu arranged for everything for you.”

That cleared up the mystery. Denny was the public relations person who’d organized the trip, and she knew me well. Before I left my apartment in Barcelona, she’d sent me a travel pillow; when I’d arrived at my friend Jesse’s place in New York, I found Denny had couriered over a margarita-mixing kit, complete with a pair of cobalt-rimmed glasses from Mexico. Journalists tended to be spoiled on press trips, but this was above and beyond. Before I could say a word, Skye made a gasping, choking sound and burst into tears.

 

Copyright © 2013 by Hilary Davidson

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 24, 2013

    In EVIL IN ALL ITS DISGUISES, Hilary Davidson demonstrates yet a

    In EVIL IN ALL ITS DISGUISES, Hilary Davidson demonstrates yet again she's the master of the Hitchcockian thriller. As in her prior stellar outings, this novel is informed by a gorgeous sense of place -- in this case, the fictitious and decidedly creepy Hotel Cerón. Its faded opulence, armed guards, and empty hallways serve as a funhouse reflection of the Acapulco of old. Once Hollywood's playground, it's long been passed over by international tourists on account of rampant crime and endemic corruption. Which makes travel-writer Lily Moore's swanky all-expenses-paid press junket seem suspicious, to say the least.

    Someone should have told her if something sounds too good to be true, it probably is. But then, she had no idea how many lives would be put at risk by her seemingly innocuous desire for a little sun and sand.

    Davidson sets an uneasy tone early, and ratchets up the tension in the ensuing pages until it's almost too much to take. She uses the vulnerability of international travelers to great effect, and her ability to conjure claustrophobia from so seemingly luxurious a setting is nothing short of masterful. Add to that an engrossing, emotionally resonant mystery and no small measure of catharsis for Lily and the supporting cast we've come to love these past three books, and it's no wonder this series is one of the most buzzed-about in all of crime-fic.

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