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Death on the River Walk : a Henrie O. mystery
Hart, Carolyn G.
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First edition.
Publication Information:
New York : Avon Twilight, 1999.
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246 pages ; 25 cm
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Carolyn Hart is one of America's best-loved mystery writers-a multiple award-winning architect of ingenious puzzles set in atmospheric locales, featuring men and women both intriguingly complex and achingly human. And no chaaracter is more complex or human than sixty-something sleuth Henrie O, whose decades of newspapering have taught her that every fact is susect, but goodness can still be celebrated.

A frantic phone call from an old and dear friend on the other side of the world sends Henrie O to the fabled city of San Antonio, Texas, in search of her friend's devoted granddaughter, Iris Chavez. Iris had been working on San Antonio's famous River Walk at the family-owned Tesoros Gallery, a shop renowned for its unquestioned integrity, excellence, and the priceless treasures it hunts for its rich and famous patrons. Iris has disappeared without a word and hasn't been heard from since. Her humble apartment has been ransacked, yet nothing is missing. And nobody at Tesoros seems to care.

Hidden amid the exquisite objects in the gallery and among the many family members who run the business is a secret- a secret Henrie O must uncover if she is to find Iris. Interviews with the charming matriarch, Maria Elena Garza, who created the business decades earlier, and with her children and grandchildren reveal nothing. But Henrie O suspects that Rick, who is rumored to have been Iris's boyfriend, knows far more than he is willing to reveal. When an unsigned note summons Henrie O to the River Walk, she is stunned by what she finds. An ominous threat, followed by a horrifying murder, convinces her Iris is in terrible danger. Disgrace lies in wait for an old and respected business...and death waits for anyone who gets in the way.

As only she can, Carolyn Hart transports us to a dazzling world of glamour and intrigue, shrouded by the golden shadows of priceless treasure, dark secrets and cruel deception. With an uncanny instinct for separating truth from lies, Henrie O fo

Author Notes

Carolyn G. Hart is the author of eight award-winning Death on Demand mysteries and four Henrie O mysteries. The first writer to win all three major mystery awards--the Agatha, the Anthony, and the Macavity--for her novels, Hart is the former president of the organization Sisters in Crime.

Hart's first novel in her mystery series, entitled Death on Demand, focuses on prime murder suspect Annie Laurance Darling and her attempt to clear her tarnished name. Some of the other novels in the series include Something Wicked, winner of the Agatha Award in 1988 and the Anthony Award for Best Paperback Original in 1989, Design for Murder, and Honeymoon with Murder, which won the Anthony Award in 1990. Letter From Home also won the Agatha Award for Best Novel in 2003.

Her latest novel is entitled, The Devereaux Legacy. (Bowker Author Biography)

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Booklist Review

What sets Carolyn Hart's Henrie 0 series apart is her charming protagonist, sixty-something Henrietta O'Dwyer Collins. In this fifth outing, Henrie 0 travels to San Antonio to look for her best friend's missing granddaughter and stumbles upon a murder. At the heart of the story is a large Hispanic family, led by elegant matriarch Maria Elena Garza. As Henrie 0 struggles to get information from the initially reluctant Garza clan, a dead body is found. When gentle, mute Manuel Garza is charged with the crime, Henrie 0 joins forces with Maria Elena to find the real killer. Hart has obviously--perhap too obviously--done her research on San Antonio. More enjoyable are her descriptions of the inner workings of the Garza family and the unusual alliance between Henrie 0 and Maria Elena. Fans of the series will welcome this addition. --Jenny McLarin

Publisher's Weekly Review

The strength of Hart's latest lies not in its mystery‘which is easily deduced‘but in its sleuth: 60-something Pulitzer Prize-winning journalist Henrietta O'Dwyer Collins (a.k.a. Henrie O), who, with her modest suits, sensible shoes and disingenuous ways, can charm the truth out of the most venomous foe. Henrie is in San Antonio seeking a friend's granddaughter, Iris Chavez, who has been missing for nearly a week after she suddenly bolted from her job at Tesoros, a gallery renowned for its superior Mexican artwork. The upscale establishment is run by the formidable Garza family, headed by patrician matriarch Maria Elena, but it doesn't take Henrie long to sense that something sinister lies under the family's gracious veneer. With Maria Elena's blessing, Henrie begins to investigate Iris's relationship with the clan, and discovers she can trust Iris's lover, Rick Garza, who, indeed, does produce the missing girl. But what are the two terrified youngsters concealing? After uncovering a conspiracy (and a couple of dead bodies), Henrie finds herself in grave danger. This fifth in the series (after Death in Paradise) is enhanced by Hart's knowledgeable descriptions of fine Central American artwork. In addition, each malicious character is splendid in his small role. And though the plot is slender and the finale melodramatic, Henrie O‘sturdy, relentless yet compassionate‘carries the show. (Mar.) FYI: Carolyn Hart has won the Agatha, Anthony and Macavity awards. In February, Five Star/Macmillan USA will release Crime on Her Mind ($21.95 272p ISBN 0-7862-1735-9), the first collection of Hart's short stories, many of which also feature Henrie O. (c) Copyright PWxyz, LLC. All rights reserved

Library Journal Review

Henrie O stumbles on a double murder at an art gallery in San Antonio. (c) Copyright 2010. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.



Death on the River Walk Chapter One I glanced at the computer printout that rested on the passenger seat of the rental car, a casual picture of a grandmother and granddaughter, arms linked, faces aglow with laughter and love. The bright photograph had been scanned into a computer half a world away and the resulting crisp picture that had issued from my daughter's computer was one of the small miracles that no one remarks in today's technological wonderland. The grandmother, Gina Wilson, was one of my oldest friends, a shining memory from the happiest years of my life. The granddaughter, Iris Chavez, was a child I'd come to know because she spent much of her growing up time with Gina. Iris was near in age to my own granddaughter, Diana. The faces in the photograph were sharply different, despite their laughter on the day the picture was snapped on a sunny summer afternoon at Laguna. It wasn't simply a matter of age. Gina's short-cropped white hair and Dresden china pale skin and Iris's richly raven curls and creamily dusky complexion made a lovely contrast. Gina's sharply planed features were arresting, her light green eyes curious and skeptical, her smile amused yet with a sardonic undercurrent, as befitted a woman who'd been one of the cleverest political reporters of her time. Iris's face was cherubic, still so young there were no lines. Her eyes were also green, but there was no challenge in Iris's gaze. Instead eagerness vied with uncertainty. Iris's bow of a mouth was marked with brilliantly red lipstick, but the vivid color couldn't hide vulnerability. The two sets of green eyes were the only real resemblance in the photograph. What had Gina once told me? She'd looked out the window at Iris playing in the yard and smilingly observed, "Iris is the image of her father, except for her eyes." Iris. The name brought to my mind the vision of a slim blonde with startlingly blue eyes. But not this Iris. Not Iris Chavez, whom I remembered as a giggling little girl with a mop of curly black hair and later as a plump, eager-to-please teenager. A sweet, bouncy, cheerful girl. I'd not seen his or Gina in several years. Yet when the phone rang yesterday at my daughter's home in east Texas, I'd immediately recognized Gina's voice and just, as swiftly known there was trouble. Or, to be precise, realized immediately that Gina was terribly afraid. I hoped that soon, very soon, I could call Gina andsay everything was okay. I slowed for a red light, checked my map. Although San Antonio streets often change names, I was finding my way without difficulty. Gina's directions had been clear and careful. Almost there. Gina hated to ask for help, but there is nothing you won't do, no mile you won't walk, no mountain you won't climb, no effort you won't make for a grandchild. I understand that. I have two grandchildren of my own. I didn't blame Gina for being frightened. Even though Gina was half a world away, Gina in Majorca, Iris in San Antonio, they kept in close touch by E-mail. At least once or twice a week, they exchanged messages. It was their custom to chat on Saturday morning Iris's time, Saturday afternoon Gina's time in Majorca. "Nothing, Henrie 0, nothing since last Wednesday. And Iris never misses E-mailing on Saturday mornings without telling me in advance that she will skip. I've sent message after message. I've called and called. There's no answer. I thought of contacting the police. But what could I tell them? That I haven't received an E-mail? That I can't get her on the phone? That's not enough to report her as missing." She paused. "And maybe she's just out of town with a friend. Oh, there could be many reasons. I don't want to embarrass her. But I can't wait any longer." Gina's voice quavered. E-mail. It links us to the world no matter where we live. It was through a casual E-mail that Gina knew I was visiting my daughter, Emily, and that I was only a three-hour drive from San Antonio, where Iris lived. And yes, my days were free. I was no longer teaching, though I'd decided to keep my home in, the Missouri college town where I'd been on the journalism faculty for several years. And yes, I could easily go to San Antonio and yes, I would do that for my frightened friend. I'd received Gina's call early this morning. Now, the answer was near. Perhaps I would find Ids at her apartment. If I didn't find her, I would go to the store where she worked and perhaps we'd both laugh andafter she'd called her grandmother, assured her she was fine-Iris would offer to buy me a cold raspa, the shaved-ice confection so dear to San Antonians, and I would stay a few days in this lovely city-what better place to do some early Christmas shopping?--then resume my visit at my daughter's. I turned to my left, my right, and found the apartment house at the end of the street. I locked my car and stood in the shadow of a palm tree. I hated leaving the windows up. September marks fall in the north. In San Antonio, sunny warm days continue. Oh, an occasional cold front will drop the temperature into the low eighties. Sweat beaded my face. My soft cotton dress clung to me. I took a deep breath of moist air softer than skin lotion. Death on the River Walk . Copyright © by Carolyn Hart. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold. Excerpted from Death on the River Walk: A Henrie O Mystery by Carolyn G. Hart All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.

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