Twanged (Regan Reilly Series #4)

Twanged (Regan Reilly Series #4)

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by Carol Higgins Clark
     
 

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Regan Reilly plans to spend her Fourth of July week vacationing in the Hamptons at her parents' home and also with her best friend, Kit, who has a share in a group house. A last-minute phone call, however, casts Regan's trip in a new light. Brigid O'Neill, a rising country star, has been getting frightening "love notes" and she hires Regan as her bodyguard for a… See more details below

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Regan Reilly plans to spend her Fourth of July week vacationing in the Hamptons at her parents' home and also with her best friend, Kit, who has a share in a group house. A last-minute phone call, however, casts Regan's trip in a new light. Brigid O'Neill, a rising country star, has been getting frightening "love notes" and she hires Regan as her bodyguard for a Fourth of July concert in Southampton. Brigid plans to play a fiddle given to her in Ireland and said to have magic powers. She later learns the rest of its legend - whoever takes it out of Ireland will have an accident or face death. Brigid and her band are invited to stay at Chappy Tinka's oceanfront compound. Tinka, heir to a thumbtack fortune, and Bettina, his ditzy wife, are social climbers trying to get on the Hamptons "A" list. At Chappy's castle, Regan encounters a cast of characters including Chappy's bumbling sidekick and accomplice, Duke; Bettina's live-in guru, "Peace Man"; and a feng shui specialist obsessed with rearranging furniture. A guest found floating face-down in a pool at Chappy's welcoming party for Brigid is only the first in a series of ominous incidents. As Brigid's Fourth of July concert nears, it looks as if the cursed fiddle should be shipped back to Ireland - Express Mail! It's Regan's job to hold the curse at bay and fend off Brigid's pursuers.

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Editorial Reviews

Katy Kelly
Entertaining...exactly what Clark fans have been craving.
USA Today
Judith Kreiner
A superb mystery writer...makes it fun for her readers.
Washington Times
Bobbie Hess
A breezy cosy, full of crazy characters....A pleasant and charming outing.
San Francisco Examiner
Library Journal
Country music star and expert fiddler Brigid O'Neill hires Regan Reilly, series protagonist (Snagged), to act as her bodyguard. Brigid is uneasy about some strange "fan" letters. Someone has also discovered that her wonderful, new Irish fiddle carries a curse. While Brigid is out partying, another violin is stolen in Ireland. Back in the United States, the threats increase in violence, and someone is almost killed. Clark reads this abridgment of her work with enthusiasm, but two attempted murders, an attempted kidnapping, and attempted grand theft, all by different individuals, are a bit much for one three-hour audiobook. The final scene where everyone, including the violin thief, plan future get-togethers is flat and unlikely.-- I. Pour-El, Iowa State University Library, Ames

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9781578152056
Publisher:
Media Books, L. L. C.
Publication date:
01/01/2001
Series:
Regan Reilly Series, #4
Edition description:
Abridged, 2 Cassettes, 3 Hrs
Product dimensions:
4.24(w) x 7.14(h) x 0.68(d)

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Twanged


By Carol Higgins Clark

Warner Books

Copyright © 1999 Carol Higgins Clark
All right reserved.

ISBN: 0-446-60536-0


Chapter One

SATURDAY, JUNE 21 BALLYFORD, IRELAND

The thick sweet scent of turf burning in the chimney of Malachy Sheerin's one-hundred-and-fifty-year-old stone cottage, set back from the road yet not too far from the rugged coastline of the West of Ireland, always made him feel at peace. He lived in a little town called Ballyford, just south of the Ring of Kerry. It was practically the westernmost point in all of Europe.

Outside, the weather was deliciously foul. Even though the calendar said June, the cold rain and lashing wind made the inside feel that much cozier. It was the kind of night when a cup of hot tea or a slug of whiskey never tasted better.

Malachy's one and only door didn't quite meet the jamb. It probably never had. As a consequence the gusty wind whistled shrilly through it and under it, creating its own night music and causing the door to shudder and shake.

Malachy didn't seem to notice. He was well into one of his lengthy oral discourses, expounding into his tape recorder. "... You can see why they used to call the fiddle the 'dance of the devil' or the 'devil's box.' It associated with dancing and drinking. Actually, I see it as one of the first great stress relievers. It helped people let loose after a hard day's work on the land." He lit his pipe again. This was what he loved: sitting in his favorite chair by the fire, inhaling the pungent aroma he cherished, and hearing himself talk.

Old Grizzly, he took to calling himself. His weathered appearance made him look as though he'd done a lot of hard living in the midst of frequent inclement weather. At seventy-four years of age his face was deeply lined, his shaggy hair was gray with dark streaks running through it, and a protruding belly hung over his favorite turquoise belt buckle.

"Music is people's release around here, even more than the rest of Ireland. Always has been. Out in the middle of nowhere like this, there's nothing more brilliant than gathering in the evening in a neighbor's parlor and telling tall tales around the fire. Nothing too small to hang your hat on, God knows. Anything at all that comes to mind is ripe for discussion. Talk of weather, ghosts. Old Granny McBride could talk the hind legs off a donkey with her stories of fairies and leprechauns. But then"-Malachy paused as if to savor the memory-"when the time was right, I'd bring out my magic fiddle and start to play. That moment was always grand. Before you knew it, toes were tapping, arms were raised, and the cares of the day were forgotten as even the most timid got out of their chairs and started to move to the music. Six days ago I bequeathed you the legendary fiddle, my pet, so now it's your turn to let the magic come alive and play on! Play on, Brigid! Ignore what they're saying about its curse. It's a bunch of blarney." He paused. "Now, this fiddle here ..."

Malachy Sheerin, the former all-Ireland fiddle champion and notorious traveling storyteller, laid his pipe on the hearth next to his whiskey. After taking a hearty swig he leaned over to pick up the fiddle that was propped against the side of the chair, but the effort was great. With his arthritic fingers he grasped the bow and the fiddle and rested them in his lap.

"I'll just close my eyes for a minute," he said. A moment later he was asleep.

The tape recorder next to him whirred on.

Within seconds the door opened and the drenched stranger who had been observing him from the window quickly made his move. He stealthily extricated the fiddle and the bow from Malachy's lap and placed them in the case he had noticed in the corner of the room. His eyes brightened when he saw the tape recorder. Hurriedly he took off his raincoat, grabbed the little machine, and wrapped the coat around his stash for further protection from the elements.

He didn't notice the receipt that fell out of his pocket. It fluttered onto the floor, landing between the heap of Malachy's old newspapers and the fireplace.

Malachy was now snoring gently, but the increasing momentum of the snores made the stranger nervous. One good snort and Malachy would wake himself up. The intruder stole a final glance around the room, grabbed the whiskey bottle for a quick gulp, and slipped out the shaky door to his waiting car. He wanted to make as quick an escape as possible on the dangerous and winding coastal roads. Roads that hugged magnificent cliffs and overlooked the angry roaring waves of the Atlantic Ocean, the same body of water that lapped at shores nearly three thousand miles away on the South Fork of Long Island, on the famous beaches known simply as the Hamptons.

(Continues...)



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