Trail of the Spellmans (Spellman Files Series #5)

Trail of the Spellmans (Spellman Files Series #5)

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by Lisa Lutz

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The fifth installment in the New York Times bestselling series by Lisa Lutz, featuring the fearless private investigator Izzy Spellman and her quirky, yet endearing, family of sleuths.For the first time in Spellman history, Isabel Spellman might be the most normal member of her family. Mom has taken on an outrageous assortment of extracurricular

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The fifth installment in the New York Times bestselling series by Lisa Lutz, featuring the fearless private investigator Izzy Spellman and her quirky, yet endearing, family of sleuths.For the first time in Spellman history, Isabel Spellman might be the most normal member of her family. Mom has taken on an outrageous assortment of extracurricular activities. Dad has a secret. Her brother and sister are at war, but neither will reveal the source of the conflict. While domestic disturbances abound, there is one source of sanity in the Spellman household: Demetrius Merriweather, employee of the month for eighteen months straight.

Things aren’t any simpler on the business side of Spellman Investigations. First, Rae is hired to follow a girl, only to fake the surveillance reports. Then a socialite has Isabel tail her husband, despite a conspicuous lack of suspicion. A man in a sweater vest hires the Spellmans to follow his sister, who turns out to be the socialite. Izzy won’t stop hunting for the answers—even when they threaten to shatter both the business and the family.

Readers are sure to love the next novel in a “series that keeps getting better and better” (Publishers Weekly, starred review).

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Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
Three cases, all surveillance operations, start out routinely enough but prove anything but in Lutz’s engaging fifth novel featuring San Francisco PI Isabel “Izzy” Spellman and her eccentric family of investigators (after 2010’s The Spellmans Strike Again). A wife wants her husband followed; a brother wants his sister observed; and parents hire the Spellmans to keep tabs on their Berkeley freshman daughter. Things soon become more complicated as unexpected connections crop up among the initially unrelated cases. Meanwhile, siblings Rae and David are at war over an incident neither will discuss; mother Olivia is overbooked with strange new hobby classes; father Albert makes a major decision without informing his children; and Izzy, loathe to discuss her personal life, refuses to define her relationship with boyfriend Henry Stone. Lutz’s dry, biting humor is in full force, yet there’s more than a hint of melancholy to be found in Izzy’s increasingly solitary pursuits. Agent: Stephanie Kip Rostan, Levine Greenberg. (Mar.)
From the Publisher
Hilarious, but also tender and melancholy and full of hard-won wisdom. This one's going to stay with readers for a long time."

“Engaging….Lutz’s dry, biting humor is in full force.”

“A wise (and wise-cracking) choice for mystery readers seeking a break from the genre’s bloodier fare.”

Library Journal
The Spellmans make a business out of quirkiness, and they're running at full tilt in title number five (after The Spellmans Strike Again). Izzy's the one who must maintain order. [See Prepub Alert, 8/26/11.]
Kirkus Reviews
America's most dysfunctional family of detectives (The Spellmans Strike Again, 2010, etc.) are up to their deerstalkers in another gaggle of featherweight cases. Even though the Spellmans have assigned themselves animal nicknames to make coded communications among themselves easier, they still can't conduct coherent conversations. Adam Cooper wants Isabel, the Gopher, to follow his sister Meg. Margaret Slayter wants Izzy's father Albert, the Tortoise, to follow her husband Edward. Harvey Blake wants Izzy's kid sister Rae, the Weasel, to follow his daughter Vivien. Walter Perkins, convinced that something will go wrong in his house every time he leaves, wants Izzy to keep checking on it. Izzy's mother Olivia, the Eagle, can't follow anyone because she's immersed herself in so many crazy hobbies (pottery, yoga, crocheting, Russian). Sydney, the 18-month-old niece of Izzy's brother David, is too young to follow anyone, but not too young to call everything she sees or wants "banana." Just in case this sitcom zaniness seems incomplete, there'll be unexpected roles for Gertrude Stone, mother of San Francisco police inspector Henry Stone, whom Izzy presciently refers to as "Ex-boyfriend #13" even as she's sleeping with him, and for Al's mother Ruth, the inimitable Grammy Spellman, along dozens of Izzy's winking footnotes, which are likely to leave readers first amused, then bemused, then sleepy. Through it all, the clients and their trifling mysteries are hard-pressed to compete for attention with the regulars, who spend far more time battling each other than battling evildoers. Lutz's title couldn't be more apt.
“A wise (and wise-cracking) choice for mystery readers seeking a break from the genre’s bloodier fare.”
Laura Lippman
Hilarious, but also tender and melancholy and full of hard-won wisdom. This one's going to stay with readers for a long time."

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Simon & Schuster
Publication date:
Spellman Files Series, #5
Product dimensions:
6.52(w) x 9.88(h) x 1.16(d)

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Why???? we all asked when my father broke the news. A family disappearance/corporate retreat/camping trip all rolled up into one. Surely it was a bad idea, I suggested. The sentiment was reaffirmed by Rae with her constant references to the Donner Party and repeated inquiries as to which one of the Spellmans plus guest would most likely be consumed first (should it come to that). The third time this particular line of inquiry rolled around, my mother sent Rae to her room.

If all of this is confusing you, perhaps I should give you a quick refresher course on the Spellmans. Although I highly recommend reading the first three documents1 if you want a true understanding of what is really going on here.

My father is Albert Spellman, a onetime cop turned private investigator who really likes lunch. He is happily married to Olivia Spellman, my mother and co-owner of Spellman Investigations. Mom is an extremely attractive woman—although lately people have been adding the disclaimer “for her age,” which has started to get under her skin. Other than my mom’s mild vanity, her most obscene characteristic is that she seems to think meddling in her children’s lives is an Olympic event. Her training regimen is positively brutal.

Albert and Olivia have three children. The oldest is my brother, David, thirty-four: Formerly a poster boy for the all-American corporate male, currently an out-of-work human being. I’m the middle child. Isabel, thirty-two, if you didn’t catch it already. My MO from fifth grade until my midtwenties was that of the problem child. The “student” the principal knew by name, the neighbors feared, and the pot dealers counted on to stay afloat. Also, in the interest of honesty, there were a few arrests thrown into the mix—two (or four, depending on how you’re counting) as recently as two years ago, which I guess means that I can’t argue that my problem years were confined to my youth or even my twenties. But it’s important to note that I’ve come a long way. Therapy helped, and I’m big enough to admit it was court ordered.

About six months ago, after years of doubt about my future with Spellman Investigations, I committed to the job completely and agreed to slowly begin taking over the business from my parents so they can retire and learn to do macramé2 or something. My father likes to say the seeds of adulthood have been planted. He’s just waiting for them to take.

There’s only one other Spellman to speak of—Rae—and I’ll mostly let her speak for herself because you might not believe me otherwise.

I suppose the most defining characteristic of my family is that we take our work home with us. If your family’s job is investigating other people, you inevitably investigate each other. This single trait has been our primary point of conflict for most of my life.

Finally, to round out the players on this unfortunate camping trip, I should mention Maggie. Maggie Mason, girlfriend to brother David. Maggie is a defense attorney who used to date Henry Stone (that’s a whole other story I don’t really want to get into right now, okay?), who happens to be the “best friend”3 of my now seventeen-year-old sister, the briefly aforementioned Rae. Henry is a forty-five-year-old police inspector and Rae is a senior in high school. They’re an unlikely duo. Rae met Henry when she was fourteen and I guess she decided that they were kindred spirits. However, on the surface (and beneath the surface) they have nothing in common. At the start, Henry endured Rae. Then he got used to her. Then, when Henry was dating Maggie and Rae went to supernatural lengths to sabotage their relationship, Henry cut Rae off completely. Now they have found peace. At least that’s what I’ve heard. I don’t get involved anymore.

After Maggie and Henry broke up, over half of the Spellman clan vetted Maggie and determined that she was a quality human, the kind of person that the Spellman circle sorely needed. After an appropriate amount of time passed, the matchmaking plans for Maggie and David were successfully enacted. The couple had only been together about two months at the point of this camping trip, but since Maggie is the only person we know who can make fire from a flint, can pitch a tent, can use a compass, and actually owns bear spray, we thought it wise for our own personal safety to bring her along. That and David refused to come unless she accompanied him.

Now picture me in the predawn hours, in the middle of the woods, in the middle of the Russian River, in the middle of nowhere, sharing a tent with my much younger sister, Rae, who had spent the past two days either trying to get cell phone reception, complaining about the mosquitoes, or “sleeping,” during which time she carried on lengthy conversations about . . . well, honestly, I couldn’t tell you. I caught phrases like “I’ve been sworn to secrecy,” “Not in this lifetime,” and “You’ll find the treasure at the bottom of the gorge.” I might have been able to sleep through her babbling if she weren’t a nighttime thrasher and kicker. And so, once again, there I was, sleep deprived, trapped with family, waiting for the nightmare to come to an end. My life in a nutshell.

On the morning before our return-home date, I gave up on sleep, knowing that this was my last full day in the wild. When I exited my tent, my father was trying to make coffee and failing miserably. He appeared glad for company since my mother was still slumbering in their tent.

“What am I doing wrong?” he asked.

“Strong-arming your family into a cruel and unnecessary nature excursion,” I suggested.

“No,” Dad replied. “What am I doing wrong with the coffee?”

“You don’t stick the coffee in the pot and boil it with the water, Dad. Are you brain-dead? You just boil the water first and use the French press Maggie brought. Weren’t you watching her yesterday?” I replied with too much hostility.

My father tried to lighten the mood with the only joke he had in his arsenal this weekend.

“Why don’t you take a hike?” he said for about the thirtieth time.

“I’m going to dig a grave for that line and you’re going to bury it, Dad. I swear to you, if you say it one more time—”

“Maggie!” Dad shouted with way too much enthusiasm for waking hours. “Thank God you’re awake.”

Maggie smiled, approached the campfire, and took over the coffee making. Already the morning had improved. But the purpose of the trip had not yet been realized, and eventually we had to accept that this wasn’t simply a bonding experience for the Spellmans and friend, but something even more bizarre.

I should mention that no Spellman child had gone AWOL or refused to participate in the excursion since “business” was not to take place until the final day and, frankly, we all wanted our voice to be heard, even if it was heard above the buzz of mosquitoes. Also, I should mention that my parents said they would refuse to give a raise to anyone who didn’t participate in this bonding exercise. As for David, he was only there because he thought Maggie needed more quality time with the family, as a kind of cautionary lesson.

I suppose it’s time we get to business.

The First Annual Shareholders’ Meeting of Spellman Investigations, Inc.

[The minutes read as follows:]

ALBERT: Here, here. I call this meeting to order. Are all ye present?

DAVID: Dad, we’re not in old England. These are just shareholders’ minutes. State the date, the location, and the parties present.

OLIVIA: Isabel, are you recording?

ISABEL: Yes. And I’d like to put on record that we could have had this meeting in the comfort of our own home.

OLIVIA: Rae, what are you doing?

RAE: Making s’mores.

OLIVIA: It’s ten A.M., sweetie.

RAE: What’s your point?

OLIVIA: S’mores are not breakfast food.

ALBERT: Excuse me, I’m trying to have a meeting here.

RAE: Who’s stopping you?

ISABEL: Put the skewer down, Rae.

RAE: This is seriously the most torturous experience of my life.

ALBERT: Hello? Do I need to drag out the cowbell?

DAVID: Dad, if you do, I’m walking right now.

ALBERT: David, your presence here is necessary. I need you to draw up the minutes.

DAVID: You are aware of the fact that many small companies have minutes created without a meeting.

RAE: Oh my god, now you tell us!

ALBERT: We have actual business to conduct.

DAVID: Dad, you wanted a family vacation and used the threat of business to make it happen by refusing to give a raise to anyone who didn’t attend. You got your camping trip. Why don’t you just make your announcements, we’ll go for one last hike, and then we can get out of here.

ISABEL: I second that motion.

OLIVIA: Stop scratching, Rae! You’ll get scars.

RAE: Why haven’t we rid the planet of mosquitoes yet? If we can practically wipe out the ozone layer, I don’t see why these tiny bloodsuckers can’t be systematically destroyed.

MAGGIE: Put some calamine lotion on and then wait a minute or two. You should be fine.

ISABEL: Can we start the meeting already?

ALBERT: That’s what I’m trying to do.

OLIVIA: Who’s stopping you?

ALBERT: Quiet. Okay. Where was I? Okay, I call to order the first annual shareholders’ meeting of Spellman Investigations, Incorporated. Now what, David?

DAVID: We have already discussed the basic issues. On paper, Isabel is now vice president and owns 25 percent of the company. However, for the next few years Isabel, Mom, and Dad will run the firm together and will take a three-way vote if there are any disputes.

ISABEL: I know how that vote will turn out.

ALBERT: I don’t always agree with your mother, Isabel.

ISABEL: Right.

RAE: Let’s get to the whole reason we’re here. What’s our cost-of-living increase?

ISABEL: I should point out, Rae, that you don’t even pay for your cost of living.

OLIVIA: Let’s just go over our plans for the year, Al. We don’t need to drag this out any more than we have.

ALBERT: Oh, so now you’re turning on me too?

ISABEL: I would really like this “meeting”4 to begin so that it can eventually end.

DAVID: Here, here.

ALBERT: I thought you told me not to use that language.

RAE: I’m going to kill myself.

DAVID: Maggie, please step in.

[Maggie gets to her feet in front of the campfire and takes control of the room, so to speak.]

MAGGIE: What’s the first order of business?

ALBERT: We’ve started a retirement fund for Isabel and she gets a 5 percent salary increase. Same for Rae.

ISABEL: That’s not fair. I’m more important than Rae.

RAE: Excuse me?

OLIVIA: Rae’s entire raise will go into her college fund.

RAE: I quit.

MAGGIE: Next order of business.

ISABEL: I’d like my mother to stop harassing my boyfriend.

OLIVIA: I haven’t harassed him. I checked on his immigration status and I pay him a visit every now and again and ask him what’s he’s been up to.

ISABEL: Can you just leave him alone?

[Long pause while mother pretends to be concocting a plan she has already concocted.]

OLIVIA: I’ll make you a deal. Go on a blind date with a lawyer once a week and I will pretend that Connor does not exist.

ISABEL: Mom, that’s ridiculous.

DAVID: Yeah, Mom, that’s kind of weird.

OLIVIA: Once every other week.

ISABEL: I said no.

ALBERT: Once a fortnight.

OLIVIA: Al, quiet. Isabel, I really think you should accept my offer.

ISABEL: Why do you hate him so much?

MAGGIE: Next order of business.

OLIVIA: Sorry, Maggie. I don’t believe Isabel and I were through with our negotiations.

ISABEL: We were through.

OLIVIA: Every other week, I’d like you to go on a date with a lawyer or another professional. Then I’ll leave your boyfriend alone.

ISABEL: I think Connor would have more of an issue with me dating other men than with you harassing him. If that’s how you want to use your time, I guess I can’t stop you.

OLIVIA: Do you remember Prom Night 1994?

[Dead silence.]

ISABEL: What are you getting at?

OLIVIA: I have pictures of you in that green dress with the puff sleeves and the tulle petticoat. The one Grammy Spellman made you wear.

ISABEL: Why don’t we talk about this later?

OLIVIA: Great. Then we can iron out the details.

DAVID: Fifty bucks.

ALBERT: Seventy-five.

RAE: Eighty.

ISABEL: What are you guys going on about?

DAVID: We’re bidding on those prom pictures. How come I’ve never seen them?

OLIVIA: That’s enough, everyone. Let’s get back to the meeting. Any other orders of business?

RAE: I’m going to work for Maggie part-time.

MAGGIE: Rae, remember what we talked about.

RAE: More like an unpaid internship. But I thought everyone should know.

OLIVIA: I think that’s an excellent idea.5

ISABEL: Me too. I guess when you’re independently wealthy you can afford to work for free.

RAE: I took a beating in the stock market this last year.

OLIVIA: What will you have her do?

MAGGIE: I’m going to have Rae help me review some pro bono cases I’m thinking about taking on. Preliminary research.

ALBERT: That sounds very educational.

RAE: Don’t try to ruin it for me.

ISABEL: Speaking of pro bono work, when are we going to start investigating Harkey?6

ALBERT: I don’t think now is the right time.

ISABEL: Why not?

OLIVIA: He’ll fight back, Isabel.

ISABEL: He already did. Do you think that audit last month was random?

OLIVIA: My point exactly. I was the one who had to spend three weeks pulling together two years of financial data.

ISABEL: So you’re just going to let him get away with it? Is that what I’m hearing?

ALBERT: This is not a good use of your time, Isabel. In this economy, we should be focusing on keeping our business afloat, not taking anyone down. Besides, we don’t even know if Harkey was behind the audit.

ISABEL: You’re kidding, right? The timing was impeccable. I run into Harkey at the liquor store, suggest that maybe he should watch his back, and the next thing you know the IRS is knocking on our door.

DAVID: Who goes around threatening people like that?

RAE: Isabel loves to threaten people.

ISABEL: Shut up. Back to the audit. Harkey started it, Dad.

ALBERT: Listen, Izzy, business is slow. Do you really want to waste our resources on a witch hunt?

ISABEL: I do. We know he’s crooked. If we can put him out of business, that cuts our competition by about 20 percent.

[Albert shakes his head, still undecided.]

ALBERT: He won’t just roll over, Isabel.

ISABEL: I’m ready for him.

[Olivia whispers in Albert’s ear; Albert nods his head.]

ISABEL: Maggie, is whispering allowed at an official board meeting?

MAGGIE: I don’t take sides with you people.

DAVID: “You people”?

MAGGIE: You know what I mean.

OLIVIA: Okay, we’ll make you a deal, Isabel. You accept now or we shelve this conversation for a later date. One, the Harkey investigation cannot take you away from your regular work, and two, you may not use more than $200 a month in company resources.


MAGGIE: Any other orders of business?

DAVID: I hope not.

RAE: One last thing. I request that we never do a group camping trip ever again.

ISABEL: Better than the threatened cruise.

RAE: It’s still torture.

ISABEL: At least you didn’t have someone kicking you all night long and shouting conspiracy theories.

DAVID: If that’s all, I call this meeting to a close.

ALBERT: I wanted to do that.

DAVID: Then go ahead, Dad. It doesn’t actually matter.

ALBERT: Maybe to you it doesn’t.

OLIVIA: Al, enough.

DAVID: [to Maggie] I hope you’re paying attention. Nothing about this morning has been out of the ordinary.

MAGGIE: Relax, David. I’m fine.

ALBERT: As president and CEO of Spellman Investigations, I call this meeting to a close.

RAE: I really do think people can die of boredom.

1The Spellman Files, Curse of the Spellmans, Revenge of the Spellmans—all available in paperback!

2 The parental unit claims to have plans for their retirement, but so far none sound even remotely plausible.

3 Her words, not his.

4 Finger quotes.

5 Excellent for two reasons: 1) Business is a bit slow and so there’s not that much work for Rae anyway; 2) Mom wouldn’t mind another person with a graduate degree in the family.

6 An evil PI who needs taking down.

© 2010 Spellman Enterprises, Inc.

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Trail of the Spellmans 4.2 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 62 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I'm not all the way through the sample, but so far it's amazing. I'm so excited for when the book comes out!!!! I lisa lutz's writing!!!
4HGTV More than 1 year ago
This book could be subtitled, "Izzy Grows Up." While the antics of the Spellman family continue, this book has an underlying seriousness as circumstances change for everyone in the family. I think the added gravity takes the series in a good direction, still humorous, but not as frivolous as the earlier books. I look forward to the next installment.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book was by far the most entertaining and best written of the five books in the series.
Helena115 More than 1 year ago
I LOVED the Spellman books 1-4. I thought they were hilarious, and had characters that were both fun and interesting. The author spent 4 books writing about the Spellmans and moving their relationships forward. Book 4 really seemed to wrap up the series in a nice bow, so I was surprised to find out that there was a book 5. After reading it, I almost feel that the author was also surprised. It's almost like she realized that if she wanted to continue the series, she had to unwind almost everything she did in Book 4. While I still enjoyed that author's writing style, I was very disappointed to see most of the characters take a big step backwards.
CynthG More than 1 year ago
Lisa Lutz is awesome. Document 5 introduces you to two more crazy characters and gives you closure on one. Grammy Spellman shows up to shake the Spellman house up, and Henry Stone's mother shows us why Henry is a tedious person. Fast and fun read!
wyogal More than 1 year ago
The footnotes can become tedious in a normal book but in the nook book format, when you have to go back and forth to the end of the book in order to decipher them, it's downright irritating. They need to figure out another way to hole them or just drop them altogether.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This series was meant to end on book 4. It shows in book 5. The author had to undo much of the conclusions to get more books in the series. It was actually depressing
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Irreverant and fun,always sad for these to end
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tillypop More than 1 year ago
The fun and mayhem continue. You won't want to put it down until you're done.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I love the Spellman books. Read them all and can't wait or the next one.
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I have enjoyed every one of the books in this series. They are wry and humorous. I was a little let down as Isabel's little sister hardly appeared in this story and she has long been one of my favorite characters.