A knockout teen, lots of gorgeous guys, some glitzy Hawaiian decor, and a spot of tacky mystery. Jenny Lake is Hawaii-bound for one of her regular exotic vacations at a resort owned by her rich old guardian, Aunt Olivia; along as usual are her best boarding-school friend, ""gorgeous"" Freddie, and Aunt Olivia's eccentric, otherwise-extraneous emissary, Miss Darby. (For the record, Miss D. dresses in brown down to her underwear; and carries an acupuncture machine and a dowsing rod.) Aboard the company Learjet, gorgeous pilot Bob Brown marvels that Jenny is only 16; he'll be around, though. The Kauai Lake Hotel limousine driver is gorgeous Tak. Waiting, as expected, is an invitation for lunch with Aunt Olivia's tennis-playing septuagenarian friend, Harriet Van Pelte--in Hawaii, she confides to Jenny, for a reunion with the daughter she disowned years back for marrying a Hawaiian. Other ""ruthless"" acts, she confesses, also haunt her--against a string of named companies. Meanwhile Jenny notices the gorgeous waiter eyeing Mrs. Van P.'s spectacular diamond. The next morning, Mrs. Van P. is dead--not of a heart attack, Jenny rightly guesses. And, says mousey secretary Wanda Chesley, the diamond is missing. ""Borrowing"" the hotel keys, Jenny and Freddie find the diamond in the waiter's room. But doubts remain. Mrs. Van P.'s daughter never got her mother's message: did Wanda Chesley, a prospective heir, try to block a reconciliation? While Jenny is pursued by super-sexy young Swede Claus (to Freddie's annoyance), and Freddie dallies with Kansas bombshell Trixie (to Jenny's annoyance), danger lurks--in the crazed person of pilot Bob Brown, whose father was ruined by Mrs. Van P., who murdered her and is now after detective Jenny. From every indication, the unfortunate start of a series--and definitely a mistake for an author capable of better things.