The bagpipes are blaring at Moosetookalook's finest hotel, reopened just in time to host an annual celebration of Scotland's most beloved poet. But when the Scottish Heritage Appreciation Society arrives on the scene, they bring more than a hunger for haggis and a passion for plaid. The quarrelsome group harbors their share of long held grudges, and the animosity only grows as the whiskey flows. Then a fierce blizzard hits, trapping everyone--angry Scotsmen, hapless hotel staff, and Liss herself--indoors.
It isn't long before a body is discovered face down in a storage room, covered in tartan--and blood. Now Liss will have to work fast to solve this crime before another body goes as cold as the snowstorm keeping her cooped up with a killer.
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THE CORPSE WORE TARTAN
By KAITLYN DUNNETT
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Chapter One"Sure are a lot of kilts in town," Sadie LeBlanc said to her two companions.
Her housekeeping cart rolled silently ahead of her along the second-floor hallway of The Spruces. Six months earlier, the stately, historic hotel in rural Moosetookalook, Maine, had reopened its newly renovated doors to the public, providing employment for a good many of the tiny village's residents.
"Long as they got money to spend in them sporran things, I don't care how silly their clothes are." Rhonda Snipes pushed her own well-maintained cart over thick carpeting that still had a trace of new-rug smell to it. She was short and squat, with no bosom to speak of.
"Sporran? You mean that leather pouch that looks like a purse?" Sadie sniggered. In contrast to Rhonda, Sadie was a beanpole, one of those painfully thin women who always look as if they'd blow away in a good wind.
"It is a purse," Rhonda said. "Though why they'd want the thing banging against them at crotch level is beyond me."
Like Sadie, Rhonda had been hired to clean guest rooms and, on special occasions, to help out the small waitstaff. Neither job paid all that well, but sometimes there were tips. She rubbed the back of her neck as she headed for the service elevator. It was the end of the shift, but all three of them would be back in only a couple of hours to help serve drinks and canapés at the cocktail party that preceded the Burns Night Supper.
"Disgraceful, I call it." Dilys Marcotte's voice was rife with disapproval. "I hear some of them don't wear a blessed thing under their kilts. Take a peek and you'd see bare skin all the way up."
"Who told you such foolishness?" Sadie demanded. "Stands to reason it's too cold in January not to wear something underneath."
Two bright flags of color stained Dilys's plump cheeks. "Never you mind. I know what I know." She appeared to be a little older than the other two and was of middling stature.
The elevator doors slid open with a quiet whoosh and the three women hauled their housekeeping carts inside for the ride down to the basement. The carts would be stored there overnight and restocked with towels and other supplies in the morning.
Liss MacCrimmon, a tall, slender brunette in her late twenties, waited another minute to be certain the coast was clear before she stepped out from behind a potted palm. Her face wore a broad grin. She'd had to struggle not to laugh out loud during the conversation she'd just overheard.
Eavesdropping on members of the housekeeping staff had been accidental, but once she'd realized what they were talking about, she hadn't wanted to embarrass them by revealing her presence. After all, she was the one who'd asked the three local women to put in overtime that evening.
Dilys had it wrong, of course. Would she be disappointed, Liss wondered, to know that most men preserved their modesty by wearing cutoffs or swim trunks under their kilts? The more daring made do with regular underwear. That modern Scotsmen wore nothing at all under their kilts was just another of those ridiculous things that "everyone knew" was true. In other words-nonsense.
Liss was confident she was right. Even though she'd only visited Scotland once, as a teenager with her parents, she was very familiar with the Scottish-American community. She'd grown up competing in Scottish dance competitions at Scottish Festivals and Highland Games. Then she'd performed for nearly eight years with a Scottish dance troupe, until her knee gave out and ended that career. Now she was half owner and sole employee of Moosetookalook Scottish Emporium, a small shop in the village that sold Scottish imports and other items with a Scottish theme. She was in the process of buying out her aunt, Margaret MacCrimmon Boyd, just as Aunt Margaret had bought out Liss's father when he retired and went to live in Arizona.
These days, the Emporium relied heavily on online and mail-order sales to stay in the black, but the brick-and-mortar store was in no danger of closing. Furthermore, Liss's aunt would continue to be her landlady even after she sold Liss her share of the business.
With a glance at her watch, Liss headed for the service stairs leading to the mezzanine. It was already four. She'd be late if she didn't hustle.
Ever since Christmas, Liss had spent almost as much time at the hotel as she had in the shop. Aunt Margaret had a new job-events coordinator at The Spruces. As such, she had a lot on her plate. Liss had agreed to help out by acting as a liaison to the Scottish Heritage Appreciation Society.
SHAS was a small group. Most of the members came from the Portland, Maine, area, with a few from as far away as Portsmouth, New Hampshire. All were proud of their Scottish roots. Because of that, they gathered every twenty-fifth of January to celebrate the birthday of Scottish poet Robert Burns. One quirk of the organization was that the Burns Night Supper was never held in the same location twice. The Sinclair House in Waycross Springs had been its venue the previous year. When The Spruces had been chosen as the next site, everyone had been thrilled. The booking was for two dozen of the hotel's most expensive rooms plus a private dining room. That was no big deal by city standards, but it was a lifesaver for a small-town business that was hanging on by a thread.
Three people waited for Liss in that dining room. Eunice MacMillan was a rawboned woman in her mid-fifties who stood only an inch or two shorter than Liss's five-foot-nine. She had sharp features and an intense gaze that Liss found disconcerting. During the weeks of preparation for the Burns Night Supper, Liss had spent considerable time with Eunice. She couldn't say she'd come to know the woman particularly well-just enough to dislike her.
Looking for all the world like a pair of bookends, Phil and Phineas MacMillan stood on either side of Eunice, who was Phil's wife. Liss could not tell one twin from the other. Their graying hair was styled exactly the same way and their features-square jaw, beak of a nose, and close-set dark brown eyes-were identical. So were their outfits. Although they were not yet in formal Scottish attire, they were wearing kilts in the MacMillan tartan, a pattern of bright yellow and orange.
"Ah, Ms. MacCrimmon, so good of you to join us," one bookend said. He'd been using his skean dhu-a small knife-to clean under his fingernails while he waited. Without looking, he put it away in a sheath tucked into the top of his right kilt hose.
"I swear," Eunice muttered, "one of these days you're going to slice your leg open doing that. You should be sensible, like your brother, and let the blade go dull."
"No point in sharpening it," the brother in question chimed in. "I don't plan to shave with it."
"No, you use yours as a letter opener." He turned on Eunice. "For God's sake, woman, don't fuss at me. It's not as if I'm going to slip and cut my own throat with it."
"Har. Har," his brother said, imbuing the mock laugh with enough sarcasm to sink an ocean liner.
There was no need for any of them to expand on the reference, Liss thought. They all knew that famous bit of Scottish history. The story went that when the Scots had at last been soundly defeated by the English, all weapons had been forbidden to them. The only exception had been the skean dhu, which was declared to be "only big enough for a Scotsman to slit his own throat with"-an outcome to which the English apparently had not had any objections!
Liss forced herself to keep smiling until the three MacMillans finally lost interest in bickering among themselves and turned their collective attention to her.
"Well?" Eunice demanded.
Liss held up the clipboard she carried. "Everything seems to be running right on schedule, Ms. MacMillan. All the members of your group have checked in."
"This meeting was supposed to have started ten minutes ago," complained the twin who preferred a dull blade. He looked pointedly at his watch.
"Don't give the girl a hard time, Phineas," Eunice chided him. "She's doing the best she can."
Damned with faint praise, Liss thought, and kept smiling. Her facial muscles already ached.
Phineas was Phineas MacMillan, president of SHAS. He was scheduled to give the opening remarks and make the toast. Liss could see no way to distinguish him from his brother, except to keep an eye on both of them and remember that the one currently standing to Eunice's left was her husband, Phil. Even their voices-complete with undercurrents of disdain-sounded identical.
While Liss watched, Phineas examined every place setting and piece of stemware in the dining room. He seemed disappointed when he couldn't find anything to complain about. Then his eyes lit up. He pounced on the clip-on microphone lying beside the plate at the center of the head table.
"I can't use this fiddly little thing." Phineas held it up with two fingers. From the expression on his face, Liss would have thought it was a cockroach he'd caught crawling across the tablecloth. "I want a real microphone. Something with some heft. And an on/off switch."
In other words, Liss thought, a big honking phallic symbol that he could wave around as he spoke. He probably thought wearing a small mike attached to his collar wasn't macho enough.
Schooling her features to show only a calm, helpful façade, Liss promised to take care of the matter before the supper got under way.
"See that you do," Phineas said.
"Is there anything else I can do for you?" Liss asked. She hoped not. She had a full plate already.
"Eunice forgot to pack toothpaste," Phil said.
"We stock several brands in the gift shop just off the lobby," Liss told him.
For a moment, her smile was genuine. The gift shop also carried a number of items from Moosetookalook Scottish Emporium. With any luck, members of SHAS would be inclined to buy a few of them, or at least pick up one of Liss's catalogues.
"A first-rate hotel would supply the basics for free," Eunice said in a snippy voice.
Liss gritted her teeth, kept smiling, and did not give voice to what was on her mind. "I can assure you that the gift shop's prices are reasonable," she said instead.
"Come along, kiddies," Phineas said, putting one hand on Eunice's elbow and the other on Phil's shoulder. "We've got a busy evening ahead of us."
When they'd gone, Liss switched the microphones herself. That small task took only a few minutes. It was 4:30 when she left the private dining room. She decided she had just enough time to pay a visit to the hotel kitchen and grab a bite to eat before the cocktail party. For that she was profoundly grateful. Dealing with the MacMillans had given her an appetite.
From the top of the stairs that led down from the mezzanine, Liss had a bird's-eye view of a scene of Victorian splendor. Polished wood floors were dotted with large plush rugs to create cozy seating areas, and these were further divided into small pockets of privacy by a series of pillars. At the far end of the lobby was a huge fireplace with a tile-lined hearth and an ornate marble mantel and huge mirror above. Nearer at hand, at the foot of the gently curving staircase, sat a check-in desk made of rich woods polished to a high gloss. Behind it, backed up against a wall of old-fashioned cubbyholes used to hold guest keys and messages, stood Mary Winchester.
Liss frowned. That wasn't right. And Mary's expression was a classic-wide eyes and dropped jaw. Following the direction of the other woman's gaze, Liss spotted two men wearing kilts and cable-knit sweaters. At first glance, they appeared to be playing a game of tag around the pillars.
Then Liss noticed the bagpipe. One of the men held it like a club. He was attempting to beat his companion over the head with it. The tableau gave new meaning to the bagpipe's designation-by those same English authorities who'd permitted Scots to keep their skean dhus-as an "instrument of war."
Liss hurried down the stairs. She flashed a reassuring smile at Mary as she passed the desk but didn't stop. The two men were both strangers to her, but one wore the Grant tartan and the other sported the colors of Clan Erskine. Members of SHAS-no doubt about that!
"This is a worthless piece of junk!" shouted Grant, the man wielding the bagpipe. He slammed it down on Erskine's left shoulder. A sick-sounding blat issued from the bag as a small pocket of air was expelled. "This bag is dried up." Whack! "The drones are cracked." Thunk! "I want my hundred dollars back."
Shielding his head with upraised arms, Erskine did not appear to be in any immediate danger of serious injury. He bobbed and weaved, kilt swirling with every movement, and he managed to keep a series of wingback chairs, sofas, and coffee tables between himself and his attacker.
"Let the buyer beware!" he hollered, and ducked when Grant lunged. From the shelter of a pillar, a distinct whine in his voice, he attempted to reason with the other man. "You looked it over before you paid me. What did you expect for a bargain price?"
"Better than I got!"
Liss caught Grant's sweater-clad forearm as he reared back to throw the bagpipe. "Settle down," she said in a firm voice. "There's no need for violence."
"Who the hell are you?" Grant demanded. His eyes narrowed in his flushed face, but the interruption had thrown him off his stride.
"I'm your liaison with the hotel." She looked him right in the eyes. The moment he lowered his arm, Liss grabbed hold of the bag and tugged the instrument out of his hands.
"This is neither the time nor the place for violence. If you must fight, take it outside." Maybe the cold January air would cool them off!
Erskine sidled up to her. "We didn't break anything."
"For which we are all grateful." She glanced at him, then away. Grant was the volatile one. She hefted the bagpipe, looking it over with an expert eye. "You're right," she told Grant. "This is worthless. But you should have spotted that for yourself before you bought it. Or asked someone knowledgeable to take a look at it."
Grant glowered at Erskine. "I thought he was my friend."
Out of the corner of her eye, Liss caught sight of Eunice and Phil MacMillan watching them from a spot near the elevators. They were, she supposed, on their way back to their suite after a toothpaste run. She hoped neither would try to "help."
Meanwhile, a stubborn look had come over Erskine's face. "I'm not giving the money back," he muttered. "He bought it as is, fair and square."
"I don't want it anymore." Grant sounded like a sulky child.
"Okay," Liss said. "Here's what we're going to do. I'm tossing this in the trash." She hefted the bagpipe. "You got a problem with that?"
The would-be piper gave a deep sigh. "No, ma'am."
Erskine smirked, but the expression vanished when Liss glared at him. She addressed Grant again. "There's a shop in Waycross Springs. Tandy's Music and Gifts."
"Yeah. Russ Tandy's place."
"If you want to buy a bagpipe, go there. He even gives lessons. As for you"-she gave Erskine a firm poke in his wool-clad chest-"if you have any conscience at all, you'll offer to chip in on the cost."
Shifting his weight from foot to foot like a bully caught acting up in the schoolyard, Erskine had the grace to look ashamed of himself. After a moment, he nodded. "I guess I could do that."
"Excellent." Carrying the bagpipe under her arm, Liss left them to work out the details. She returned to the check-in desk and gave Mary another reassuring smile.
The other woman sagged in relief. "I can't believe you did that, Liss. I froze. Absolutely froze. I didn't even have the presence of mind to pick up the phone and holler for help."
"Just as well you didn't. Those two are here with the Scottish Heritage Appreciation Society. As a group, they're annoying, but mostly harmless. Besides, they're my responsibility."
"That doesn't mean you have to risk your neck breaking up a fight." Mary's molasses-brown eyes still had a slightly glassy look.
"Sit down before you fall down," Liss ordered. "Are you okay?"
Mary was pregnant again, though she hardly showed. Like everyone else in the Ruskin family, Mary Ruskin Winchester worked long hours.
Joe Ruskin, Mary's father, had bought The Spruces after it had been closed for most of a decade. He'd poured money and time into restoring it to its former glory with the hope that reopening the hotel would bring prosperity to everyone in Moosetookalook. Six months in, he was struggling to make ends meet. Mary and her brothers, Sam and Dan, temporarily held positions everyone devoutly hoped would soon be filled by experienced-and well-paid-professionals.
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In Moosetookalook, Maine Liss MacCrimmon owns the Scottish Emporium where she sells items hat are Scottish from her store The Spruces Hotel Gift Shop. Her Aunt Margaret Boyd is the events coordinator for the hotel and currently oversees the annual Burns Night Supper hosted by the Scottish Heritage Appreciation Society at The Spruces. The gala gets off to a bad start when Phil MacMillan complains that someone ransacked his room and stole a brooch. At the dinner, Phil's identical twin Phineas insults everyone at their table. Not long after dining, Liss finds Phil's corpse in a storage room in the basement. Officer Sherri Willet, who already is in charge of the theft case, takes the lead on the homicide because no one can leave or enter the hotel due to a blizzard that cut off power and stranded people at the Spruces. Sherri allows Liss to assist her on her investigation to keep the woman from running off on her own as she has done before (see A Wee Christmas Homicide and Scone Cold Dead). This is a terrific locked room (locked hotel is more descriptive) mystery due to the horrific snow and ice storm that has stranded everyone at the Spruces. Long simmering resentments are aired and people are confronted for alleged wrongdoing. Although the whodunit is a bit thin, Liss is a great heroine who remains determined to see justice prevails. Kaitlyn Dunnett provides another engaging amateur sleuth cozy starring a quirky cast locked inside an exclusive exquisite hotel during a monster storm. Harriet Klausner
This is the first book that I have read from the Liss MacCrimmon scottish mystery series. The series takes place in Moosetookalook, Maine - I had to read it based on that alone, just love the name! It's a classic cozy mystery, especially being set in an old hotel in rural Maine in the middle of a snowstorm. I feel at a bit of a disadvantage not having started the series from the beginning; I definitely felt as if I was missing something most of the time. I couldn't quite get a handle on the regular characters and what they meant to each other but can be a drawback of starting a series in the middle - so in that regard, I didn't feel as if the book can stand alone as it is written.Having said that though, I did enjoy the book. And while, I didn't feel there were many revelations that I didn't figure out fairly early I very much enjoyed the journey with the characters. I will definitely try another one from the series.
This is the first novel I've read in the Liss MacCrimmon Mystery series although it is the author's fourth. In this installment, members of the Scottish Heritage Appreciation Society along with most of the hotel staff and a few of the townspeople are snowed into the Spruces hotel in Moosetookalook, Maine. (You've got to love the town's name.) Even a local police officer and a member of the sheriff's department are among those caught by the blizzard as they've come to investigate a theft. It's not long before a body is found. When I first began this novel, I thought it was possible that I was going to find yet another novel using the Agatha Christie plot of "And Then There Was None," but I was pleasantly surprised to find much less similarity than I expected considering the circumstances. This was a quite enjoyable read for a somewhat snowy day. I enjoyed the main characters enough to want to go back and read the rest of the series. This review is based on a LibraryThing Early Reviewer copy received with the expectation that a review would be written.
Don't you just love this cover? Oooooo! Cozy mystery in the classic sense...everyone is trapped in a big old hotel in a snowstorm that shows no sign of letting up, communication is lost with the outside world, and there's a dead body in the basement and it's....murder.I will be looking for the rest of this series. I didn't feel like I'd missed anything by reading the fourth in the series before any of the others. It did whet my curiosity for the next in the series as well as starting at the beginning to see how everyone gets introduced. There are some interesting characters living in a place I want to visit or live. I really want to meet Liss and Dan and see this grand hotel and shop at the Scottish Emporium. That's a nifty thing when the author makes me want to live in the book. Five when do we leave for Moosetookalook beans....
Liss MacCrimmon is back with more Scottish fun in this mystery featuring a house party murder theme. In this installment it just so happens that the Scottish Heritage Appreciation Society (SHAS) has booked The Spruces hotel for it's annual event, The Burns Night Supper. Liss' new responsibility to act as a liaison between SHAS and the hotel seems simple enough at first. However, when a pricey brooch goes missing and a major snowstorm hits the town of Mootookalook, Maine, things start to heat up. Just when it seems that things couldn't get any worse, the owner of the missing brooch meets with an unexplained death.With everyone trapped inside the hotel, Liss and her friends must track down the killer before someone else gets hurt, or worse...killed. Author Kaitlyn Dunnett does a fine job of teasing the reader with plenty of twists and turns in this charming whodunit; there's even a little bit of romance in the air.The Bottom Line: "The Corpse Wore Tartan" is the fourth installment of the Liss MacCrimmon Scottish Mysteries series. While some mystery fans like to read the books in order, one can easily pick up this book and not feel lost; Dunnett includes plenty of background information to bring the reader up-to-date. While the pacing of this story could have been improved (the beginning was a bit slow and the ending a bit fast), this installment is nonetheless a delightful, weekend read. Fans of cozy mysteries will adore Liss and all her comrades. Enthusiastically recommended for mystery lovers and those who love all things Scottish.
This story takes place in a small town in Maine. The Scottish Heritage Appreciation Society is having an annual dinner celebration. A blizzard hits. A dead body is found and the story begins. There were some red herrings and the ending did surprise me. This looks like a fun series and you don't have to read them in order to follow the story.
Liss MacCrimmon, former professional dancer and now proprietor of Moosetookalook Scottish Emporium, has taken on a new responsibility: acting as liaison between The Spruces' hotel staff and the Scottish Heritage Appreciation Society as they plan a Burns Night Supper. Her task is complicated by identical twin brothers, both of whom have a talent for rubbing people the wrong way. Add to these the distractions of a fight over (and with) a bagpipe, arguments over the correct composition of haggis, and a blizzard which cuts power to the entire community and leaves those in the hotel depending on flashlights and fireplaces for light and heat. Mix in the murder of one of the aforementioned brothers and things get very nasty.Overall the book was a fun, quick read. The hotel sounds like an ideal place to be stuck during a blizzard, although preferably without a murderer! I was able to deduce the culprit fairly early, but still enjoyed reading about how Liss and the detectives reached the solution, as well as Liss's quick thinking which led to the capture of the villain. While the book is the latest in a series, it can be read alone. I've read one of the other books in the series and want to read the remainder, but enjoyed this one even though it made an occasional reference to things that had happened in prior books.I would recommend this for someone is who looking for a quick read that doesn't require heavy thinking.
Members of a Scottish heritage society gather at The Spruces for their annual Burns Night Supper in honor of the birth of Scottish poet Robert Burns. A winter storm strands both guests and staff in the hotel without electricity, landlines, cell phones, or radio communication with the outside. Then the body of one of the guests is discovered. He had antagonized plenty of his fellow guests since their arrival at the hotel. Liss MacCrimmon and her friends are on their own. Will they be able to identify the guilty party before the weather improves enough to allow the murderer to escape?This cozy mystery was a little better than average. While the hotel setting is frequently used by cozy authors, the occasion was unusual. Many of the clues are connected to the Scottish theme. Liss suffers from the frequent tendency of cozy heroines to meddle where they have no business meddling, but she isn't as annoying as many. I do wish that her friend Sherri, a police officer, had a central role in the series instead of being a supporting character. Her character has potential, and, unlike Liss, she actually has a good reason for investigating crime. Recommended, especially for cozy fans with Scottish heritage.
Liss is helping out her aunt Margaret, the new events coordinator at The Spruces hotel, by acting as liaison to the Scottish Heritage Appreciation Society for their Robbie Burns Day dinner.The job is definitely a challenge, as the SHAS representatives that she is dealing with (Phil MacMillan, his wife Eunice and his identical twin brother Phineas) are all exceptionally unpleasant people.The melodrama begins when Phil complains that his clan brooch was stolen from his room, and local police officer Sherri Willett arrives to investigate. Coincidentally, Sherri is accompanied by her fiancé Pete Campbell who happens to be an off-duty County Sherriff's deputy.Before dinner, SHAS president Phineas gives his opening address, which seems more like a roast than a toast, as he makes several none-too-subtle digs at the other members. So it's not a big surprise when Phineas is found later that night in a basement storage room, with his throat slit.Since the hotel has been isolated by a severe blizzard that has cut power and phone lines and closed the roads, the guests and staff are forced to remain in the building, allowing the author to concoct a locked-house mystery. Dunnett does this very well drawing believable characters and situations.Lovers of traditional mysteries rejoice!
I received this book just a couple of days ago as part of the Early Reviewers. (My first one!!!) It was a quick read, and is similar in format and characterization to many other serial mysteries out there. (I'm a fan of JoAnna Carl's chocolate mysteries and Diane Mott Davidson's Goldy Baer series.)First impressions: Nothing too challenging here. The writing was a bit elementary with a little too much "tell" and not enough "show"--descriptions were a bit too, well, descriptive, if that makes any sense at all. As a teacher of writing, I'm constantly asking my students to show me through behaviour and word choice, rather than just telling me flat out.Nonetheless, the story was engaging, especially since I have some experience with Highland festivals--good background for the Scottish culture interwoven through the book. The description of things like "plaid" (prounounced "played") and "skean dhu" were enough for those without the background and not too intrusive for those in the know.To be honest, I found the characters a bit flat and predictable. I figured out "whodunit" and why fairly early on.I probably won't read this book again, although if I come across other titles in the series, I would probably pick them up and read them.
Great love story!
This latest book in the Liss MacCrimmon Scottish mysteries takes all her fans back to the fantastic town of Moosetookalook, Maine. Liss is still working hard as the owner of the only Scottish Emporium in her neck of the woods, that she purchased from the original owner, her Aunt Margaret. But for this particular story, Liss is mostly spending her time at the newly renovated hotel, The Spruces. The grand re-opening of this magnificent building is being celebrated by hosting the Burns Night Supper (which is a tribute to the fantastic Scottish poet, Robert Burns), that is sponsored every year by the Scottish Heritage Appreciation Society. Sounds fun, right? Well.let's just say that the members of the aforementioned Appreciation Society don't seem to appreciate much of anything; and Liss has to spend most of her time diffusing arguments and making sure that the men in "clan" kilts don't beat each other to death with their worthless bagpipes. Now Dan Ruskin's father (Dan is the man who Liss is falling desperately in love with) was the man who purchased The Spruces and has spent a whole heck of a lot of money to get it gorgeous and re-opened for the masses. In fact, if this weekend doesn't work, the grand re-opening may just be the final curtain on the whole project. After all the guests have arrived, a blizzard begins with such force that all the guests seem to know that they will be stuck inside for quite a while.and that's when the fun really begins. In the great building are the "leaders" of the Appreciation Society named the MacMillan's. Eunice MacMillan and her husband, Phil, are the leaders of this Scottish bunch and like nothing more than to snipe at Liss and tell her what they want and need that is most assuredly missing in the hotel. Phil has a twin brother named Phineas who is also a real pain in the kilt, and also likes to tell Liss and everyone around him that they're certainly not being treated like the royalty they believe they are. Soon, the MacMillan's are yelling because a family brooch with their clan crest has been stolen from their room and they want justice now! Liss calls in Sherri Willett - her friend from school and a local police officer - to come solve the crime. Was it stolen or was this just a joke being played against the MacMillan twins? Once the speech is made at dinner by one of the MacMillan brothers which becomes more of a Friar's Club Roast as he belittles almost everyone in the Society, all heck breaks loose. The power goes out, the blizzard knocks down the big spruces outside the hotel, and a body is found in a storage closet - dead in his kilt. Soon the elegant hotel begins to resemble the Overlook from The Shining fame, and everyone from the housekeeping staff on up is a suspect. The dialogue is so much fun, the puzzle is mystifying and quite impossible to solve until the very end - which is always a plus, and the author, as always, adds that touch of romance between Liss and Dan to cover all bases for all readers' interests. Enjoy!