As the newly promoted vice president of customer relations for her father’s casino, Babylon, Lucky O’Toole hasn’t encountered a problem she couldn’t solve. Then, the body of a young woman is found in the casino’s on-site auto dealership with a stiletto heel embedded in her throat. Paxton Dane, a PI and so-so friend, is suspect number one, especially when he announces that the dead woman is his wife.
Lucky Bastard by Deborah Coonts is another tour de force featuring our six-foot tall, fashion and relationship-challenged heroine as she tries to track down the killer—afraid that Dane is her man. When two more corpses turn up, one, an apparent heart attack on one of Babylon’s private planes and the other a cyanide poisoning of one of the casino managers in the car park, the hunts up, and Lucky becomes one of the killer’s targets.
Coonts knows Las Vegas, and she apparently knows the characters who dwell therein, because she writes about them with a ring of authority and authenticity. Like a carnival barker, she knows how to get you to ‘step right up’ to see the action, and she doesn’t let you go until she’s wrung the last bit of curiosity out of you.
I received this book as a gift. Oh, and I give it five stars.