Too Rich and Too Dead Mass Market Paperback – Mar 24 2009
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About the Author
Cynthia Baxter is a native of Long Island, New York. She is the author of the Reigning Cats & Dogs mystery series, featuring vet-turned-sleuth Jessie Popper, and the Murder Packs a Suitcase mystery series, featuring travel writer Mallory Marlowe. Baxter currently resides on the North Shore, where she is at work on her next mysteries in both series.
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"I travel a lot; I hate having my life disrupted by routine."—Caskie Stinnett
Whoa! Who's that?" Jordan asked, leaning over to pick up the newspaper he'd just knocked off the kitchen table en route to the refrigerator. "She's really hot!"
Mallory Marlowe glanced up from the coffee mug that up until that moment had been the focus of her attention. She assumed that the female who had aroused such a strong reaction in her eighteen-year-old son would turn out to be a member of the Star-of-the-Month club, some actress or singer who was as well known for flaunting her curves as she was for her talent.
So as soon as she saw the face staring back at her from the front page of the New York Times Style section, she gasped.
"Oh, my gosh!" she cried. "I know her!"
" 'Carly Cassidy Berman,' " Jordan read aloud. "She invented some magic potion that makes people young again. Or so she claims."
"Let me see that."
Mallory reached for the newspaper, still wondering if somehow she was mistaken. Yet there was Carly Cassidy, staring right back at her from page one, wearing the same cat-that-ate-the-canary grin she'd worn when she'd been crowned Homecoming Queen. In full color, no less.
"You really know her?" Jordan asked as he retrieved a carton of orange juice from the refrigerator.
"I sure do," Mallory replied. "We went to JFK High together. Everybody knew her. In fact, she was voted Most Likely to Succeed."
"Cool." Jordan plopped down in the seat opposite hers. "She looks amazing—for somebody your age, I mean. Maybe that crazy potion of hers really works."
Mallory had to agree that that was a definite possibility. From the picture, it looked as if wrinkles, not to mention cellulite, had failed to stake a claim during the past two and a half decades. In fact, Carly didn't look much older than she had in high school.
True, her hairstyle had changed. Gone were the long, silky tresses that as a teenager she was forever flipping over her shoulder. While her hair was still just as blond and still just as silky, these days it was cut into a complicated set of layers. It curved around her face in such a flattering way that it looked as if a stylist had meticulously arranged each individual strand.
Her face had also changed since her days of shouting "Who's your worst en-e-my? John F. Kenn-e-dy! Go-o-o, Bulldogs, go!" on the football field every Saturday. But while her girlish prettiness was gone, it had been replaced by a womanly beauty that was at least as striking.
All in all, there was no mistaking that the woman pictured on the front page was indeed Carly Cassidy, apparently now known as Carly Cassidy Berman. After taking a strong sip of her coffee, Mallory began to read.
Bottles the Waters
of the Fountain of Youth
Can drinking a magic potion twice a day turn back the hands of the clock? Carly Cassidy Berman thinks so. So do the thousands of believers who have been scrambling to snatch Berman's creation, Rejuva-Juice, off the shelves at health food stores all over the country.
They've also been flocking to Berman's chichi spa, Tavaci Springs, its name derived from the Native American Ute tribe's word for "sun." She opened it less than a year ago in tony Aspen, Colorado, well known as an enclave of the financially and physically fit. Local residents and visitors alike not only endure a six-month wait for a reservation; they also pay upwards of fifteen hundred dollars a day for the privilege of staying at this mountain hideaway that combines the rustic elements of a former silver mining town with an array of touchy-feely New Age accoutrements. The hefty price tag enables guests to imbibe unlimited quantities of the pricey potion, as well as to indulge in facials, massages, body wraps, and even mud baths that incorporate the same ingredients that reportedly make Rejuva-Juice "plastic surgery in liquid form."
But fans of Rejuva-Juice say it's much more than Botox-in-a-bottle. Its devotees insist that it also significantly increases both their energy level and their mental powers.
The secret, according to the elixir's creator, is the unique ingredients, which Berman claims have never before been available. The determined entrepreneur spent two years traveling around the world, trekking to remote villages in such locales as the Himalayas in Nepal, the rain forests of South America, and the tropical islands of the South Pacific. Her mission was to learn about the herbs, roots, and other substances that primitive peoples have used for centuries to improve their well-being and increase their life span.
As for the formula used to make this magical potion, the wizard behind it has no intention of divulging it.
"That's a secret I'll take to my grave," jokes Berman, who is forty-five but looks at least a decade younger, making her a walking advertisement for her product's effectiveness. "Some of Rejuva-Juice's components are already well known, such as acai berries and goji juice. But others, the ones that really make it so amazingly effective, were never available in this country before. That is, until I spent two years slogging through mud and climbing mountains and paddling down rivers to reach the most isolated spots in the world. I was determined to track down these miracle ingredients and bring them back home with me."
Mallory stopped reading long enough to take another sip of coffee. Oddly enough, it suddenly tasted like some of that mud Carly Cassidy had slogged through en route to fame and fortune.
She skimmed the rest of the article, which interwove experts' dismissals of Rejuva-Juice's purported benefits with quotes from some of its die-hard fans, including a few movie stars who were household names. When she reached the end, she sighed loudly and folded the newspaper in half, coincidentally removing Carly's face from view.
Mallory did her best to muster up good feelings about her former acquaintance's success. After all, she had nothing against her, aside from the mild case of envy that suddenly reared its ugly head, momentarily making her feel as if she was back in high school.
Involuntarily, she glanced down at her ratty pink bathrobe, a gift from her daughter long before she'd even started college. In fact, she seemed to remember that it dated back to the time when Amanda still believed in Santa Claus. As if the robe's fraying cuffs and threadbare chenille weren't depressing enough, she was also wearing the bottom halves of what had once been her son Jordan's pajamas. After the seam had ripped along the thigh, he'd deemed them too shabby to remain part of his working wardrobe. Mallory's standards weren't quite as high.
As for the T-shirt that completed her outfit, it had once belonged to her husband. Her reason for hanging onto this particular item was rooted more in emotion than practicality or laziness. Less than two years had passed since David had died. The shock of learning that he had plummeted from the balcony of a high-rise hotel had been bad enough. But her subsequent discovery that his death might have been the result of foul play—and her realization that she would never know the whole truth—haunted her at least as much.
Stumbling upon an exciting new job just a few months earlier had also gone a long way in helping her get her life back together. She'd never expected to find herself writing travel articles, much less writing them for a well-respected lifestyle magazine like The Good Life. But when a friend at the local newspaper here in the New York City suburb of Rivington recommended her for the job, she suddenly found herself embarking upon a whole new chapter of her life.
Mallory realized that all things considered, she'd been fortunate. Yet as she sipped her coffee, she couldn't help comparing her own life to Carly Cassidy's. She supposed it wasn't surprising that the two of them had ended up going off in such different directions. After all, they hadn't exactly started out their lives in the same way. The outstandingly pretty, perky, and popular Carly had not only been Homecoming Queen and captain of the cheerleading squad, she had also been class president during both their junior and senior years. And the year their hometown had held its first and only apple festival, she had been chosen Miss Red Delicious. Mallory, meanwhile, hadn't even made it into the semifinals for Miss Granny Smith.
She had to admit that according to her recollection, she hadn't really minded. Mallory was one of those people who never felt particularly comfortable being in the spotlight—even when surrounded by a dozen other varieties of fruit.
In fact, the long-ago apple festival highlighted how different the two of them were. It was no wonder Carly had built a spectacularly successful career based largely on her natural flair for glamour and self-promotion.
It occurred to Mallory that she might try getting in touch with her one of these days. Even though they hadn't exactly traveled in the same circles, catching up on old times might be fun. She also welcomed the opportunity to satisfy her curiosity about what Carly's life was really like—the glowing New York Times report aside.
She was adding "Google Carly Cassidy Berman" to her mental To Do list when Jordan picked up the newspaper and commented, "I think it's cool that you know somebody so famous—and so hot."
"Who's hot and famous?" Mallory's daughter asked as she bounded into the kitchen.
"That's for me to know and you to find out," Jordan replied, his sister's arrival instantly causing him to regress at least ten years.
Unlike eighteen-year-old Jordan, whom no one could ever accuse of being a morning person, Amanda was as sunny as the bright yellow paint on the walls. W...
Most Helpful Customer Reviews on Amazon.com (beta)
Carly is the founders of Tavaci Springs, an exclusive health resort outside of Aspen. She also perfected the health drink Rejuva-Juice. But despite the years and the fact the two were never close, Carly welcomes Mallory with open arms. The two have dinner together and all seems well.
The next morning, however, Carly is found submerged in one of the mud tubs at her spa. When a new friend begs Mallory to help clear her name, Mallory reluctantly begins gather information. But the evidence seems to lead every which way. Can Mallory find the right piece that will solve the murder?
I was really looking forward to this second book in the series, and I wasn't disappointed. The plot was fairly strong with several nice clues and red herrings. The climax was a little rushed and a couple character's actions seemed unclear, but all the major pieces fit together and I was satisfied.
What really makes the book work is Mallory. I liked her even better this time around. The rest of the cast of mostly new characters are equally memorable.
And once again we get some nice bits of information about Aspen. They really were part of the story this time, giving me a travel log without distracting me from the story.
I hope that Mallory is traveling for a long time to come because I enjoy these trips.
My only complaint with this story...the rush to the ending was unsatisfying. Ms. Baxter took a great deal of time setting up the ending so I don't understand the race to the finish. Otherwise, Mallory and the cast of characters will engage the reader as will the whodunit storyline. This was an enjoyable read, fans of mysteries should like.
She goes to dinner at Carly's house and goes along to watch one of her presentations about the new Rejuva-juice that is supposed to help keep you looking younger. The next day Carly's corpse is discovered in the mud bath at her spa. The spa's accountant, Harriet, who discovered the body is soon one of the top suspects. She asks Mallory to help prove her innocence. Can Mallory uncover the identity of the real killer without putting herself in danger? Or did Harriet really kill Carly? There's a plethora of suspects, but there's plenty of danger too.
I love this series. Mallory is near my age and has two college-aged children. But thankfully I don't find dead bodies everywhere I go! Yet, I love Mallory. She is such a sensible woman, but yet she is a risk taker. But even in her risks, she makes good choices.
I love that each book is set in a different locale. I like that there is some romance for Mallory along the way as well. And she always knows her responsibility to her family and career.
I can't wait for the next installment in Mallory's life. I highly recommend this book and series.
In Aspen she calls Carly who invites Mallory to dinner with her, her spouse Brett and has been Hollywood director Gordon Swig. The next day Mallory attends a pitch given by Carly. Soon afterward, spa accountant Harriet Vosci finds her employer dead. Brett has an alibi provided to him by statuesque city PR beauty Astrid Norland who insists he spent the night with her. The police find evidence that makes Harriet the prime suspect. A desperate Harriet asks Mallory to prove her innocence, but the reluctant amateur sleuth keeps finding proof the accountant killed Carly.
Putting aside the obvious of Harriet asking an amateur instead of hiring a professional with a murder rap hanging over her or a lawyer to deal with her issues with Carly, fans will enjoy the latest "Murder Packs A Suitcase" mystery (see REIGNING CATS AND DOGS). The support cast is solid and Aspen comes across as being more than just a wealthy ski resort; in fact much of the first half of the tale focuses as an engaging travelogue. Amateur sleuth fans will enjoy Mallory's investigation into the city and the murder of her high school acquaintance with a hint of romance in the mountainous air.