Love Her Madly: A Novel

Love Her Madly: A Novel

5.0 1
by Mary-Ann Tirone Smith

View All Available Formats & Editions

A tense, death-row drama--meet brash FBI investigator Poppy Rice in Love Her Madly, the first of a winning new series by Mary-Ann Tirone Smith

Poppy Rice is home in her D.C. apartment with very little furniture and lots of boxes she still hasn't unpacked after five years. It's three a.m. and she's suffering from her usual insomnia. While polishing her


A tense, death-row drama--meet brash FBI investigator Poppy Rice in Love Her Madly, the first of a winning new series by Mary-Ann Tirone Smith

Poppy Rice is home in her D.C. apartment with very little furniture and lots of boxes she still hasn't unpacked after five years. It's three a.m. and she's suffering from her usual insomnia. While polishing her nails, she watches a tape of the CBS Evening News--Dan Rather is interviewing convicted ax-murderer Rona Leigh Glueck. In ten days, Rona Leigh will be the first woman executed in Texas since the Civil War. Poppy pauses the tape on a close-up of Rona Leigh's small, delicate hands. Okay, she thinks, so maybe it was a lightweight ax.

Poppy digs out Rona Leigh's case file to find--along with the grisly crime-scene photos--a physician's testimony that glee, not muscle, gave her the strength to commit the crime. When her public defender asked the crime lab for help determining whether such a small woman could physically commit these murders, he was turned away for not filing the correct paperwork.

With the reluctant support of her colleague and sometime lover, Joe Barnow, the relentless Poppy reopens the investigation to find out if Rona Leigh deserves to receive a certificate that will read: Death by Legal Homicide as Ordered by the State of Texas.

Funny and fearless, Poppy Rice is just about unstoppable.

Editorial Reviews

Patrick Anderson
Mary-Ann Tirone Smith has made Karla Faye Tucker's life and death the starting point of her quite fascinating novel Love Her Madly.
Washington Post Book World
Daniel Stashower
Sharp, funny, and surprising. Mary-Ann Tirone Smith has crafted a wonderful novel of suspense.
John Wessel
Mary-Ann Tirone Smith's Love Her Madly is a Texas twister of a book, at once hilarious and suspenseful . . .
Publishers Weekly - Publisher's Weekly
In the first installment in a slick new series, the versatile Smith (author of four literary novels and the quality suspense tale An American Killing) introduces Poppy Rice, FBI agent and brassy gal all around, who blusters her way into a capital punishment case obviously inspired by that of real-life convicted killer Karla Faye Tucker, executed a few years ago. Rona Leigh Glueck awaits the execution chamber, "about to be the first woman put to death by the people of Texas since the Civil War," but Poppy deduces that Ms. Glueck's wrists were too dainty to have wielded a heavy ax in a double homicide. In a book long on hokey Texas dialogue (" `You learn anything a-tall in FBI school, ma'am?' ") but short on descriptive narrative, the reader misses a sense of place, but the plot drives along nicely, which is the novel's saving grace. Having turned to Jesus in prison, Rona Leigh seems to await chemical death with equanimity. For reasons that are unclear, a Catholic cardinal offers to be her death row spiritual counselor. While Rona Leigh may have been a loose woman and a liar, many now see her as an angel. Poppy believes that Rona Leigh didn't receive a fair trial, but the obstacles to reopening the case are daunting. The governor has promised himself, and his public, that this woman will die. The action builds to a surprising if implausible climax in the death house that should please most readers. Smith may be no Patricia Cornwell when it comes to detailing investigative work, but she knows how to tell a suspenseful story in an easy, colloquial voice women readers especially will appreciate. Author tour. (Jan. 11) Copyright 2001 Cahners Business Information.
Library Journal
Move over V.I. and Kinsey-here comes Penelope (Poppy) Rice, FBI agent extraordinaire, as scrappy and effective as the best of the female operatives. Classed as a police procedural, this tale takes place mainly in Texas, where Rona Leigh Glueck, in jail for 17 years, is about to be executed for a gory double axe murder. Poppy takes a second look at the evidence and the trial transcripts and decides that Rona Leigh deserves, at the very least, a new trial. The cast of characters includes the low-life widower of one of the victims; Poppy's sometime lover Joe, from the department of Alcohol, Tobacco, and Firearms; and the last remaining Shaker elder. Some totally unexpected twists keep the listener delightedly off-balance. The grim descriptions of the procedure of death by lethal injection are disturbing and unsettling, as is the result, in more ways than one. The program is read marvelously by Susan Ericksen, whose Southern voices are right-on. The review copy, unfortunately, was of poor sound quality, with one side nearly inaudible and voices murmuring in the background on several others; this might just have been a lemon. Check for quality, but purchase this item; it will be a winner.-Harriet Edwards, East Meadow P.L., NY
Kirkus Reviews
Flip, flashy series debut, starring beautiful, spunky, tough-talking and crack-shooting FBI agent Penelope "Poppy" Rice as a special investigator poking into miscarriages of justice. Reviving a minor character from her most recent novel, Smith maintains the not-quite-over-the-top wackiness that made An American Killing (1999) so much fun. Agent Rice, having somehow straightened out the Bureau's infamously inept crime lab, is given permission by a grateful director to open up the old and certainly hopeless case of Texas axe murderer Rona Leigh Cooke, who is just days away from execution. Having found a written request for crime lab evidence that was mysteriously denied, Rice takes a second look at Cooke, a short, frail woman who claims to have found Jesus on death row and is currently a national celebrity as the first female to face execution in Texas in more than a century. Could such a woman, who weighed less than 100 pounds when arrested, have had the physical strength to wield a 25-pound ax and, with her ne'er-do-well husband at her side, butcher a man and woman caught in flagrante in a seedy Texas motel? The husband, having died in prison of AIDS, is no help. Rice sets off for Texas and, with the help of handsome but wary Texas Ranger Max Scruggs, as well as a Catholic cardinal hoping to gain publicity for counseling the woman on death row, finds herself hip-deep in gruff, steak-chomping, beer-guzzling blowhards, from Vernon Lacker, the squirming prison chaplain who has married the now-saintly Cooke, to the state's unnamed drunken good-old-boy governor, who refuses to delay the execution. Smith throws in a series of terrific plot twists as the unshakeable Rice finds herself theprisoner of a lunatic religious sect with the FBI at the gates, ready to do anything but the right thing to free her. Despite loopy plotting and an unresolved ending: a fun, breezy, suspenseful delight. Author tour

Product Details

Holt, Henry & Company, Inc.
Publication date:
Sold by:
Sales rank:
File size:
342 KB

Read an Excerpt

This was the first call I made. Houston Police Department. Asked them to track down the dispatcher working out of the Thirty-first Precinct seventeen years ago, third shift, on duty from eleven to seven.

Very efficient force down there, cop called me back twenty minutes later.

He said, "Now have I got Agent Penelope Rice of the FBI here?"

He did.

"Count yourself fortunate, ma'am. Officer Melvin Hightower dispatcher seventeen years ago Thirty-first Precinct is still dispatchin' still workin' the third shift don't ask me why. He's home asleep till five. Don't need to sleep far as I can tell. Melvin's famous for the amount of rest he gets on the job."

He gave me Melvin's home phone number. I thanked him.

"Always a pleasure helpin' out the feds, ma'am."

Yeah, sure.

At five o'clock Officer Hightower answered his phone on the first ring. He didn't say hello, he said, "FBI?"

So I said, "Officer Hightower?"

Him: "Agent Rice?"

I let it go. "Yes, this is Agent Rice. Sorry to bother you at home."

"Expect it's urgent."

Very urgent. "Yes, it is. I need you to recall the work you did the night Melody Scott and James Munter were killed."

"You and everybody else. That little guttersnipe. . . . Well, her number's just about up, ain't it?"

He wasn't looking for an answer so why bother?

"About to get the big stick. I'll tell ya, it's all been coming back to me like it happened last night, like I got a picture show in my head. I'd be more'n happy to share my recollections with you, Agent, but I do find myself wonderin' what interest the FBI might be havin' at this late date. I mean, when it's too late to change a thing."

'Let's just call it a spot check, Officer. We were involved in the case before it went to trial."

"That so? Never heard that. But who am I? Dispatcher, is all. So here I go: See, that night? I get two calls concern' the crime. From the same guy. 'Course, he was fool enough to try to deepen his voice second time. First voice, regular voice, guy tells me two people got beat up, gives me an address, a motel, and then I get dead air. Couple minutes later he's Mr. Deep Voice and says two people, armed and dangerous, high on illegal drugs, are causin' a fuss and gives me another address, a residence, then more dead air.

"I figure it's just some fool with an ax to grind. . . . Hey, now, I didn't quite mean to say that, did I?"

"I guess you didn't."

"I don't take none of it lightly, Agent."

"I'm sure."

"Where was I? Oh. I send two cars out, two boys in each, hear from my second car ten minutes later. Officer says, 'Melvin, we got a coupla naked, stoned kids standin' in a bathtub fulla bloody water.' More blood than water, he tells me. Says, 'Aint their blood neither. Some, but most of it came off them, not outa them. And there's a pile a clothes on the bathroom floor saturated with blood.' Says, 'Melvin? A violent crime's been committed real recent, some other location. You keep your ears peeled, hear?'

'Then as I remember he said he wouln't be gettin' much outa the two kids till he brings 'em in. Says, 'Make a real big pot a coffee, Melvin, 'cause I can see I'll be needin' six cups myself. Figure these hopheads'll choose my squad car to puke up all the shit they been takin'.'

"Two kids, Agent, are Rona Leigh Glueck and her boyfriend, Lloyd whatever-his-name-was. Forget. Officers come in, Rona Leigh wrapped in a blanket, and she's laughin' and laughin'. First sensible thing we make outa her is, 'I had me so much fun killin' that bitch I got a pop ever' time the ax chopped her.' Then she goes totally berserk, like a blind dog in a butcher shop, starts carryin' on, screamin' and cryin' and laughin' all at once. Pukes right then. Never puked in the squad car, oh, no, she waits till she gets in fronta my desk. Toss her in the lockup with all the hookers, and they're like to kick the shit outa her 'cause she's still pukin' her brains out. But then they recognize her as one a their own and clean her up. The boyfriend, he never said a damn thing.

"Then the other shoe drops. Two officers I sent to that motel? Here's their story. They knock on a lotta doors, put up with a lotta grief from the other guests, who figure they was bein' arrested and don't know what for. Then they find the right room. The boy's room.

Time to let him come up for air. "James Munter."

"Yeah, Munter, that was it. His room was unlocked. Officers open the door, flip on the light, first thing they can make out? The handle a that ax. Where it wasn't slick with blood said the wood was almost white. The light comin' through the door behind them had lit it up, is what that poor rookie kept sayin' to anyone who would listen. Said the ax handle looked like it had a light bulb in it.

"The blade was embedded in the female victims upper chest. Senior officer says to me, 'You wouldn'ta believed it, Melvin. A drip fell right down on my shoe like suddenly it's rainin' blood.' Ma'am, our two boys look up at this big red splash on the ceilin' and then they step back real quick so's they won't get dripped on further. And then they just go steppin' on back and steppin' on back till they was out the door again. Rookie told me he just slammed it, liked to make it all go away. Ya with me, Agent?"

"I am."

"Could understand his feeling. Been there, done that, which is why I choose to dispatch. Two boys run to the cruiser and call the precinct for help. Get me. I remember listenin' to both a them talkin' so fast, so crazy, I could smell sulfur. I said to them, 'You boys best calm yourselves right down 'cause I can't make out one word y'all're tryin' to say.' So they did, and I know to quick send out another car, call the man in charge, wake him up, and then, a course, all hell breaks loose. Real soon, you got your newspaper boys, you got your TV lights, you got your rubberneckers, ex cetra. With a homicide word flies fast, never mind what happens when you got a double ax murder, you know what I'm sayin', ma'am?"

"I know." I said to the dispatcher, "Did the officer who found the bodies get the names of the people staying at the motel?"

"No, ma'am. Let's just say those folks had the foresight to check out real fast — long as you call runnin' out the back door checkin' out."

"What about other people in the neighborhood? Did any witnesses come forward?"

"Ma'am, that neighborhood is so low-down you don't want to know who your neighbor might be, never mind listen to what he has to say. Nobody seen or heard a thing. We figured right away, Forget about witnesses."

"Were you able to trace the calls?"

"What calls?"

"From the puppeteer?"

"What the hell is that, FBI talk? Did you say puppeteer?"

"The man who called you twice. Disguised his voice."

"Oh, him. Nope. Nobody saw to tracin' that call."

"I find that impossible to believe."

He chose not to respond.

"Who destroyed your trace?"

"Ma'am, thought you said this was a spot check?"

"That's right."

"Hey, Agent, you're a pisser, you don't mind my sayin'. You want to talk to someone else in the department? That'll be fine. But you take it from this old geezer, who's been around a lot longer than you, it is too late for stirring up shit. She dies in — what is it? Couple weeks?"

"Ten days."

"Ten days? You see? There's no point. Now I got to get movin'. Got plenty to do before I report to work tonight."

Yeah. He had plenty to do. Had to get back on the phone the minute I hung up and report my call to someone. The bastard.

Copyright © 2001 Mary-Ann Tirone Smith

Meet the Author

Mary-Ann Tirone Smith is the author of several novels, including An American Killing, which was chosen as a New York Times Notable Book. She has lived all of her life in Connecticut except for two years in Cameroon where she served as a Peace Corps volunteer.

Customer Reviews

Average Review:

Write a Review

and post it to your social network


Most Helpful Customer Reviews

See all customer reviews >

Love Her Madly 5 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 1 reviews.
harstan More than 1 year ago
She is a sassy, fresh and feisty independent thinker who goes her own way in the tightly structured organization of the FBI because she¿s quick to get the job done. After reorganizing a whole department in the FBI, the upcoming execution of Rona Leigh Gloeck catches Poppy Rice¿s interest. She digs up the case file and sees that the woman might not have gotten a proper trial. Poppy wants to investigate because it is only ten days until the execution and her supervisor gives her permission.

She flies to Texas and starts asking questions about people who were involved with the case and quickly comes to the conclusion that Rona Leigh was railroaded. All legal and political avenues that could grant the condemned woman a stay of thirty days disappear and Poppy witnesses the state-sponsored death of Rona Leigh. The lethal injection fails to kill the prisoner and she is taken by ambulance to the hospital, but the patient disappears into thin air. Now Poppy must discover who the conspirators are who took the prisoner away while seeing that justice is served this time.

LOVE HER MADLY is a police procedural that actually has moments when it turns into a humorously dark macabre tale. The heroine is a breath of fresh air taking herself seriously enough to get the job done without it killing her spirit. This is the first book in what looks to be an innovative series and this reviewer can¿t wait for BIG GIRLS DON¿T CRY to be published.

Harriet Klausner