A new series from the creator of Jordan Lacey (Turn and Die, 2007, etc.) sets an ex-dancer on the trail of a high-seas serial killer.
A broken ankle ended Katherine Cordelia Jones’s dancing career, but Casey, so called because of her initials, finds life as an entertainments director for the Conway Blue Line almost as rewarding. That is, until a series of mishaps befalls the Countess Georgina, a small but plush liner out of Southampton for a six-week jaunt in the Caribbean. First, George Foster keels over in the Windsor Dining Room some time between the monkfish curry and the apricot pavlova. Then the DJ disappears. Merlin the Magician, né Reg Hawkins, is found stuffed in his equipment box. Someone slips Casey a mickey, and happy camper Nigel Garten gets conked on the head and tossed overboard. There are rumors of forged paintings in the ship’s art gallery; Maria de Leger, who’s writing her memoirs, hints darkly of evil deeds during the war; and Reg’s daughter turns up as a stowaway. Oh, and there’s a hurricane. Throughout it all, Casey remains unflappable enough to catch the eye of handsome ship’s doctor Samuel Mallory. Thinks Casey: He’s got so many women swarming all over him, he couldn’t possibly like plain little me. Mallory begs to differ.
Compared to edgy, quirky Jordan, Casey’s a soppy mess. Toss this one back.