By Kate White
One of many savviest unmarried urbanites ever to absorb sleuthing and nonetheless glance nice, Bailey Weggins made her smashing debut in Kate White's If appears might Kill, a dishy and delectable manhattan occasions bestseller and the 1st "Reading with Ripa" e-book membership choice. Now the Gloss journal precise crime author returns in a narrative of excessive type and coffee homicide that is going at the back of the salons and saunas of a ritzy kingdom spa to uncover... A physique to Die For
After her final experience, Bailey Weggins is one drained reporter wanting R & R. So whilst an previous family members buddy invitations her for a unfastened weekend on the Cedar lodge in rural Massachusetts, she jumps on the likelihood to go away new york for a few significant pampering.
At the stylish mid-nineteenth-century hideaway, with its Asian-inspired spa, Bailey is quickly luxuriating to the hypnotic sound of water spilling over stones and the soothing odor of green-tea candles. but mayhem is mere steps away, as Bailey discovers while she actually stumbles throughout a corpse wrapped mummy-style in a consultation room. without warning, her time-out is remodeled right into a full-tilt homicide research. Bailey hadn't anticipated to fulfill a person except socialites slathering their cellulite with shea butter, yet now she's facing an inventory of suspects dirtier than a dirt tub: a spurned lover, a shady husband, and a gaggle of staff who appear to be hiding anything. And opposed to her greater judgement, she can't appear to maintain her personal palms off the attractive murder detective assigned to the case.
Desparate to aid her mother's buddy, the landlord of the spa, Bailey will locate herself chasing clues throughout kingdom strains simply as one other dying sweeps her into the attractions of a vicious killer. And this time, the physique within the dust wrap will be her personal.
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Got six kids? ” I peered out the window, hoping that somehow the situation would have changed for the normal. Nope. ” “In my side yard. ” “Yes, he is. ” I stared out the window in appalled fascination. “Um, Doris, he’s taking his clothes off now. And still singing. ” Guiltily, I reached over and punched in the code. “I don’t think he means to hurt anyone, Doris. He just can’t help himself. It’s like he took drugs, or had a seizure, or something. ” “I’ll tell them what you said,” Doris told me. She didn’t sound bored or lackadaisical anymore.
Darius called happily, as Jimmy was shutting the car door. ” Martin stood on the covered sidewalk between our house and the garage and saw the pieces of oak scattered around the backyard, which we’d finally, expensively, had rolled and re-seeded to make it smooth and grassy. Quite a few divots had been ripped out of the turf by Darius’s impromptu log toss. “Thanks a lot, Darius,” Martin said. I came out after the squad car had departed, all three of the occupants singing away. I mentally filed away a decision to write a letter to Sheriff Padgett Lanier to commend Levon and Jimmy’s restraint and good sense.
Though I couldn’t tell much about it, there was a strange car parked in front of the garage. And Regina’s car was gone. The automatic security light at the back of the house showed, also, that someone had taken Darius’s truck and trailer. I hoped it was one of his children. We didn’t have an automatic security light at the front of the house because it had shone in our bedroom window; we’d had it switched to manual, and we’d forgotten to leave it on when we’d left for the Lowrys’ dinner. The brilliant light in the backyard gave the front some illumination, but it was faint and full of shadows.