In the long-awaited seventh installment of Hart's popular series starring feisty retired journalist Henrie O (after 2001's Resort to Murder), Henrie O's erstwhile lover, Jimmy, has married another woman, the dashing Sophia Montgomery, and he's afraid that one of Sophia's stepchildren from a previous marriage is trying to kill her. When Jimmy begs Henrie O to accompany his family on a cruise and get to the bottom of the suspicious accidents that keep befalling Sophia, she reluctantly agrees. It turns out that Sophia's stepkids have plenty of reasons to hate her, not least that she stands in the way of their inheritance. The scheming stepkids are predictable and two-dimensional, but Henrie O remains a complex character, and her struggles to keep her feelings for Jimmy platonic are every bit as engaging as the putative mystery. Henrie O's fans, and devotees of Hart's lighter Death on Demand series, will enjoy this quick read. (Apr.)Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information.
Set Sail for Murder (Henrie O Series #7)by Carolyn G. Hart
Though retired newspaper reporter Henrietta O'Dwyer Collins, Henrie O to her friends, once turned down a marriage proposal from Jimmy Lennox, he's still one of her most cherished friends. So when he asks for her help on behalf of his wife, world-famous documentary filmmaker Sophia Montgomery, Henrie O reluctantly agrees to join them on a Baltic cruise. Sophia is… See more details below
Though retired newspaper reporter Henrietta O'Dwyer Collins, Henrie O to her friends, once turned down a marriage proposal from Jimmy Lennox, he's still one of her most cherished friends. So when he asks for her help on behalf of his wife, world-famous documentary filmmaker Sophia Montgomery, Henrie O reluctantly agrees to join them on a Baltic cruise. Sophia is the stepmother to the now-grown heirs of a great fortune, who are none too happy that she controls their inheritance. But do they really want her dead? Jimmy thinks so, and he wants Henrie O to prove it.
On the cruise, Henrie O soon realizes that this dysfunctional family is plunging toward destruction. As the ports of call pass—Copenhagen, Gdynia, Tallinn, St. Petersburg—death inexorably approaches. But Henrie O discovers that love, once kindled, never dies. When Jimmy is accused of murder and time is running out, she pursues a clever killer who won't hesitate to strike again.
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Chapter One The telephone shrilled as I stepped inside the house. I was hot and thirsty, intent upon reaching the kitchen and a frosty glass of Gatorade, but, of course, I picked up the ringing portable phone from the move-scarred walnut table in my front hallway. Old reporters never ignore that imperious summons even when the days of deadlines are long past. I glanced at the small screen. Suddenly I was breathless.
Caller ID: James A. Lennox.
This was a call I had never expected to receive, certainly not on a casual summer morning, sweaty and relaxed after a jog on the university track. It was a slow jog at my age, but nonetheless I could still pick one foot up, put it down, take pleasure in exercise.
The ring sounded again. I struggled for breath, punched TALK. "Hello."
"Henrie O." The clear, resonant tenor was still youthful, without the dour droop of age. A dear voice. Once I had welcomed his calls, come to depend upon them, my spirits lifting when he spoke my name. Jimmy Lennox had long been a cherished friend and, once, my lover, but he took one road and I another. This unexpected call loosed emotions I had thought neatly packaged and filed in the past. I was swept by tenderness, unease, sadness, and a sense of foreboding.
I should have answered right away, but how do you respond to an old friend and former lover whose proposal of marriage you declined? The last time I saw Jimmy ...
"Henrie O, please don't hang up." The appeal was utterly unlike confident, unflappable Jimmy. Lanky, laconic, and clever, Jimmy had become a part of my life with his quick curiosity, wry sense of humor, and lack of pretension.
When I spoke, I spoke with my heart. "I'll never hang up on you."
His appeal and my response held a world of meaning for both of us. I knew Jimmy was upset. He knew I cared for him still, would never be quite certain how much was friendship and how much was love.
Ultimately I'd felt there was not enough love for me to marry him. That decision haunted me still. I missed Jimmy, missed him intensely, but now he was married. I would always care for Jimmy. He'd achieved a measure of fame as a newsman and later as a biographer. In my memory he moved with his usual grace, lithe and lean, with an air of placidity that often fooled his interview subjects into thinking him a trifle slow. That was a mistake.
"What's wrong?" We never minced words with each other. I swept off a calico headband, swiped at my perspiring face. In the mirror above the table, my cheeks still flamed from exertion and my silvered dark hair curled in damp ringlets.
"I don't have any right to call on you. But you're the only person who can possibly help me." He was uncertain, reluctant.
I've never been able to stay on the sidelines when someone I love is in trouble. "What can I do?"
He drew a deep breath. "I haven't talked to you since I married Sophia."
Deep in sleepless nights, I still willed away the emptiness I'd felt upon receiving the wedding invitation. Sophia Montgomery. I remembered her well. I doubt she recalled me. Sophia lived in a blaze of excitement, attention, and achievement. She'd succeeded hugely in documentary films, recording everything from genocide in Rwanda to the shrinking of the polar ice cap. I'd met her when she was in Mexico cataloging the struggle of insurrectionists in Chiapas. Along her way to fame, she'd married an actor and later a financier. Twice a widow, she was now Jimmy's wife. She was now in her fifties, almost fifteen years younger than Jimmy. And me, of course.
I looked again in the mirror at deep-set dark eyes in a narrow face with lines that mapped a lifetime of happiness and sorrow. Not a young face.
I'd sent an elegant cut-glass bowl as a wedding gift. She and Jimmy had married last year at her home near Carmel. The nuptials were a celebrity-studded extravaganza. I'd read about the glamorous guest list in People. Clearly, something had gone awry in this celebrated union. "Of course. How is Sophia?" Smart as ever? Intense as ever? Brilliant as ever?
"She won't listen to me. I keep warning her, but she won't listen." Anger warred with despair. "I've got to have help or-"
I felt a twist of irritation. That easygoing Jimmy might end up at odds with Sophia came as no surprise. Sophia had a genius for barreling straight to the destination of her choice, disregarding both approval and opposition. I wouldn't have expected Jimmy to seek me out as a mediator for a troubled relationship. I almost cut in to say I'd left my Ann Landers hat in someone else's closet, but he continued, the words anguished.
"-she may die."
I felt cold. I reached out, turned off the air-conditioning. "Cancer?" Sophia was in her fifties, the age when so many women are struck by that devastating disease. Was she a woman who would not take care, ignored danger signals?
"God, I wish. You can cut it out, right? Even Sophia would pay attention to cancer. When a boulder crashed down a cliff yesterday and missed her by a foot, hey, that's just an unfortunate accident. Accident, my foot. Somebody pushed that boulder and it has to be one of the family."
I shivered in my clammy T-shirt and shorts. I walked down the hall into the cheerful kitchen, with its yellow tile floor, white counters, yellow walls, white kitchen table, and chairs. If I hadn't known Jimmy for almost a half century, known him in good times and bad, I might have dismissed his fear, as Sophia obviously had. But Jimmy was never an alarmist.
I squeezed the phone between my head and shoulder, pulled open the refrigerator, retrieved the Gatorade, poured a huge tumblerful. "Five W's and an H, Jimmy." It was the old journalism litany: who, what, when, where, why, and how? I grabbed a notepad from the counter and sat at the kitchen table, pen in hand.
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Meet the Author
An accomplished master of mystery, Carolyn Hart is the author of twenty previous Death on Demand novels. Her books have won multiple Agatha, Anthony, and Macavity Awards. She is also the creator of the Henrie O series, featuring a retired reporter, and the Bailey Ruth series, starring an impetuous, redheaded ghost. One of the founders of Sisters in Crime, Hart lives in Oklahoma City.
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I enjoyed it very much. It started a little slow but some of Ms. Hart's books do, but if you stay with it, you won't be able to put it down.
I like this book because it has many characters but they all have their own personality. I also like the way the author gave so many clues and information but I still ended up thinking it was somebody else who did it. This is an easy and comfortable read.
Carolyn Hart's long-awaited seventh installment in the highly popular Henri O series after six years takes you on a exotic and opulent cruise.The book kicks off with spunky retired journalist Henri O receiving a phone call from dear friend and one time lover, Jimmy Lennox.Jimmy's wife glamorous world-famous documentary film maker, Sophia, has been barely escaping some weird "accidents " that she just shrugs and shakes off as coincidence. Jimmy fears for his wife's safety and pleads with Henri O to join them on a family cruise to the Baltic that will determine what Sophia will do with her step children from her second husband's inheritance.Henri O reluctantly agrees to join the family, but knows Jimmy would come to her rescue if ever there was a need. Sophia's scheming step children loathe her for controlling their money.As the voyage sets sail we are given a wonderful description of the ports of call and the luxuriant cruise ship. I truly enjoyed my two week cruise with the lovely Henri O. It was my first Henri O book and I am anxious to read the series from the beginning. It was well-written, well-plotted and a delight to read.As a diehard fan of her Death on Demand series I was highly impressed with getting to know this charming, fiesty, humorous character.The one thing I love about picking up a book by Hart is her vast use of vocabulary.
Henrie O has another adventure and, as always, it is fun and enjoyable.
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