Red Hot Murder: An Angie Amalfi Mysteryby Joanne Pence
Dilettante chef Angie Amalfi doubts if she'll actually survive her engagement to San Francisco homicide detective Paavo Smith, what with her meddling mom micromanaging the whole affair. So Angie leaps at the chance to spend some time away with her fiancé in the sun–drenched Arizona desert town where he'd spent time as a boy –– and maybe
Dilettante chef Angie Amalfi doubts if she'll actually survive her engagement to San Francisco homicide detective Paavo Smith, what with her meddling mom micromanaging the whole affair. So Angie leaps at the chance to spend some time away with her fiancé in the sun–drenched Arizona desert town where he'd spent time as a boy –– and maybe explore the possibility of a Southwestern–themed wedding feast.
But her groom–to–be is going back there to help a friend investigate the murder of a wealthy local –– and it seems this tiny desert community is a hotbed of deadly secrets. And when a second course of murder is served up, suddenly Angie's tasty getaway with her lover is starting to look more and more like her final meal.
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Red Hot MurderAn Angie Amalfi Mystery
By Joanne Pence
HarperCollins Publishers, Inc.Copyright © 2005 Joanne Pence
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On a bridge midway over the Colorado River, Angie Amalfi read the Welcome to Arizona sign. Her heart palpitated, her breathing quickened, and her feet tingled as a feeling of warmth, well-being, and certainty filled her. Above her head like a bubble in a cartoon strip, she was sure the words "Destination Wedding Locale" danced in red neon letters.
Not only was this going to be the perfect place for the perfect wedding, but that she'd found it on her very first try was nothing short of remarkable. Something told her Jackpot, Arizona, would be a memorable spot -- from the moment her fiancé, San Francisco Homicide Inspector Paavo Smith, suddenly announced that he planned to spend a week there.
Before then, she'd never even heard of Jackpot, so when Paavo mentioned that he had spent time there as a boy, she was stunned. Paavo was close-mouthed, true, but to have kept an entire chunk of his childhood from her was maddening. She was doing all she could to get him to open up, and usually she thought she'd succeeded. But every so often he threw her a curve that left her gasping.
This was one of those times.
While he claimed to be a "private person," she was someone who believed that it was necessary for people to share their feelings. As a matter of fact, she'd speak her thoughts to anyone who'd listen, always interested to hear the response. If not, what was the difference between being with a real live person and being with a statue in a dark, stuffy museum?
That was why, as soon as she learned about Jackpot, wild horses couldn't keep her from joining Paavo to see it for herself. And the more she learned about the area, she realized wild horses -- bucking broncos, mustangs, stallions -- and plenty of other large, intimidating four-legged beasts might well be in her future.
No matter. The trip was a way to learn more about her taciturn fiancé. And if she just happened to find an interesting and unique wedding locale at the same time . . . well, who ever said killing two birds with one stone was a bad thing?
Just getting there had been an adventure. They'd flown from SFO to Palm Springs, California, and rented a car. Paavo had wanted a four-wheel-drive truck, she wanted a Beemer. When they found a four-wheel-drive Mercedes SUV, they'd compromised. The drive to Jackpot took over three hours.
Angie had to admit, though, to being impressed. The sky was a brilliant turquoise and the desert stretched out like a butternut sea of rolling sand and gravel, dotted with saguaro, barrel cactus, sage, and scrub. Precariously balanced red and granite rock piles, high crags, and jagged ridges of low-lying hills touched the horizon.
She'd never been deep into the desert before and found the land harsh in its emptiness, yet it held a quiet, naked beauty that intrigued and mystified her.
Turning off the interstate, they'd edged the river, driving along a two-lane road until a small, dusty town appeared in the flatness.
"There it is," Paavo said, and Angie felt anticipation bubble up inside.
Paavo had explained that Jackpot, Arizona, a town of 912 permanent residents, quadrupled in size in winter when the "snow birds" arrived to get away from harsh northern climates. Each spring they'd leave, complaining that the land was too hot and dry and spindly, and Jackpot would once again become as lonely as the desert surrounding it.
Now that the warm days of spring were rapidly hurtling toward a fiery summer, the town should be quiet.
She knew that going back to a place he'd spent time in as a child was bringing back lots of memories to Paavo. Some happy, others not.
She reached over and grasped his arm, giving him a smile of support. He lightly patted her hand, glancing at her briefly before his eyes returned to the road, letting her know he appreciated her understanding.
When Paavo was very young, his father had died, and for reasons he'd only recently came to understand, his mother had abandoned him. A Finnish friend of his parents, Aulis Kokkonen, raised him.
Years ago Aulis became good friends with a Dr. Loomis Griggs who was in San Francisco studying at the University of California Medical Center. Now Doc Griggs lived just outside Jackpot, where, prior to his retirement, he'd been the town's doctor as well as the doctor at the nearby Colorado River Indian Reservation. When Paavo was young, Doc invited Aulis and Paavo to spend time with him on his ranch. Paavo had gone there three times, at ages seven, nine, and twelve. They were three of his most memorable summers. After that, being a teenager in a big city, he thought himself much too "cool" to go on a vacation to a small town and ranch with his guardian. And, as Aulis grew older and Doc busier, their visits also stopped.
Still, the two men kept in touch. Last week, Aulis received a phone call from him. Doc said some troubling things had happened in the town surrounding the death of a former patient, a man in his seventies, named Hal Edwards. But Doc wasn't one to fret unnecessarily.
Still, Aulis had sensed some real worry beneath Doc's jovial and garrulous manner. Sensing Aulis's concern after speaking with him, Paavo phoned Dr. Griggs. Just hearing the familiar gravelly voice brought back many fond memories. Doc tried to blow off Paavo's and Aulis's concerns, declaring he was just a foolish retiree with too much time on his hands. But he protested too much, and the more Doc said nothing was wrong, the more Paavo sensed just the opposite.
He also realized how much he'd loved that old man as a boy, and how much he'd missed seeing him. It was time to remedy that. Paavo's workdays were spent investigating suspicious deaths. He'd make sure nothing was amiss or if . . .
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Meet the Author
Joanne Pence was born and raised in San Francisco. A graduate of U.C. Berkeley with a master's degree in journalism, Joanne has taught school in Japan, written for magazines, and worked for the federal government. She now lives in Idaho with her family, which includes a multitude of pets.
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The natural flow of the opening of this novel gives the effect of setting out into a fresh, colorful story, even more than the sense of settling into a complex novel, though this 13th offering in the Amalfi series accomplishes both at grand prize levels. For me, a story offers all that is high magic in fiction it goes beyond what a novel is, into realms of wonder & rainbows, like being in Oz instead of KS, without losing KS. In RED HOT MURDER, Joanne has worked the classic mystery genre to its hilt, without losing the warmth and wholeness her series has developed and maintained, which is not often found in the classic/pure mystery offerings. Pence¿s style in this book seems to have turned to a rich butterscotch, compared to previous offerings. That flavor allowed a more sophisticated & fascinating interweaving of subplots around main plot. The intense style flavoring also allowed the characters to come forth even more naturally and intensely than in prior books, though this observation does not diminish anything I¿ve raved about prior novels in this series. Still, I was more deeply involved than my norm in the reading of this story, and I¿m still digging for details as to why. I found myself measuring the remaining page thickness, not wanting to pass the half-way mark, because I wanted to be IN the reading of RHM for a long time. I didn¿t want to finish it and leave the characters and situations. They were as entertaining as a good video, yet as rich and privately satisfying as a novel.
I've read all of the Angie Amalfi series and have eagerly awaited the their next adventure. The first ten books I've read NUMEROUS times and often laughed out loud on the fourth and fifth readings. I loved the sparks between Angie and Paavo--their protectiveness of one another. Unfortunately, the twosome seem to be slipping into a 'married already' cycle. Where's the dialogue between them? Where's the loving and continuing discovery of each other? I miss their fierce loyalty, the self talk from each of them, the zany situations, and Angie's perky and out-rageous behavior. I would like to see more 'bag-lady' like situations (I've laughted over those pages frequently with Angie jumping to conclusions and down talking the Chief with loyal and fierce indignation in support of Paavo. I miss Paavo's adventure into the lingerie store with Angie. The last three books in the series have missed the mark. That extra special connection between Angie and Paavo is missing. In fact, Angie/Paavo interaction and dialogue falls short of expection as well. I'll continue to read this series as I'm hooked. I'm hoping for more behavior misinterpretation and wrong assumptions that spotlight Angie's zany, faithfulness, and protective actions for Paavo. Paavo needs to unravel some of Angie's miscues again. Give Angie and Paavo more sparks, more dialogue, more misadventures, and more togetherness!
Angelina 'Angie' Amalfi and her fiancé, Paavo Smith, go to Jackpot, Arizona, to help out a friend. Paavo once lived in Jackpot and looked forward to seeing his childhood friend, Ned Paulson, again. ................... Hal Edwards was a long time resident in the town and one of the wealthiest around. After being missing for three months, his decomposing body is found in a cave out in the desert. 'Doc' Loomis Griggs is the executor of Hal's estate and does not believe Hal's death was an accident. Doc wants Paavo to check things out. .................. *** This is Angie and Paavo's thirteenth mystery together. Readers get a clearer picture of Paavo's early life as they follow along with the story. There are lots of suspects to keep readers guessing too. I found this to be a good whodunit book, even though there is not much suspense within it. I had it figured out early on - WRONGLY. ***
After Paavo Smith¿s dad died and his mother abandoned him, Aulis Kokkonen raised the preadolescent child and took him on three memorable occasions to visit Dr. Loomis Griggs at his Jackpot, Arizona ranch. Recently Loomis told Aulis about the suspicious death of a septuagenarian. In turn Aulis mentioned it to Paavo, now a San Francisco Homicide Detective. Paavo decides to investigate because he knows the doctor is not one to imagine things. The cop asks his fiancée chef Angie Amalfie if she wants to accompany him to Jackpot. Knowing very little about the childhood of her taciturn fiancé, Angie leaps at the chance to spend time in a place he still treasures. --- Angie realizes right away several things about Jackpot, population 912. First she does not quite fit in second Dr, Griggs is like a terrific grandfather truly welcoming her and Paavo with love and finally she wants to hold her wedding here though she knows her upper crust mom will have cardiac arrest several times a day when she comes for the nuptials. That aside, Paavo believes the death of Hal Edwards is suspicious enough for him to make inquiries. However, he has more to be concerned with than a homicide as he thinks someone wants Doc dead and as always Angie joins the murderous mix that could prove COOKING MOST DEADLY as she tries to the CATCH A COOK. --- The thirteenth cooking with murder is a fine investigative tale that will elate long term fans more than newcomers due to welcome insights into the ¿private¿ childhood of reticent Paavo. The audience will enjoy the ¿vacation¿ to the isolated Arizona ranch more for the time with Doc then trying to solve the well written murder mystery. Angie (and us) learns more about Paavo¿s past inside a fine investigation. --- Harriet Klausner