Summing up and signing off.
This is the last book in this series and far from the best. The author felt the need to revisit the beginnings of the characters and their lives together. Either she thought we weren’t paying attention the first time or she had no confidence in our memories.
The scene is the lovely home Sarah and Max Bittersohn designed and built on the ancestral Kelling oceanfront property outside of Boston. They’re hosting the wedding of Max’s nephew Mike to his beloved Tracy. Rented tents are being raised on the lawn, along with an altar and dance floor. There’s enough food to feed an army and (wisely) arrangements have been made to remove three-year-old Davie Bittersohn until after the ceremony.
It’s a joyous occasion for all. Mike has graduated with a degree in engineering, fulfilling his parents’ fondest dreams. Young Tracy is not only lovely, but sweet-natured and happy to become a Bittersohn. Her birth family is far from happy, with both her mother and her father obsessed with extracurricular activities.
Even Mama Bittersohn is ready to welcome Tracy as a daughter. Her only son married a shiksa from a Boston Brahmin family, NOT what a good Jewish mother has in mind. She didn’t sit Shiva for him (indicating that he was dead to her) but it would be stretching a point to say that she’s thrilled with his choice.
Most of the Kellings are even less thrilled and some have barely survived the shock. They’re also mourning the drafty, uncomfortable old summer house that was torn down to make way for the new one. Kellings don’t take well to change, even change for the better. Still, they’re happy to come to the wedding and eat and look for things to gossip about afterwards.
The wedding presents have been pouring in, with Tracy, Sarah, and the mother-of-the-groom struggling to keep records of who gave what. But when Max checks out the collection of packages, there are several he’s never seen before. And the card with them is blank.
OK, it’s not the first time a cappuccino machine got mixed in with the fourteen other cappuccino machines at a wedding, but this isn’t a coffee maker. It’s that damned Kelling ruby jewelry. The gaudy, priceless stuff that Sarah’s first mother-in-law had no legal right to sell, but did anyway. When old Caroline died, the rocks were gone, along with all of Sarah’s inheritance from her father.
All that Max has been able to find out is that Caroline’s lover sold the stuff to a Dutch woman. She’s dead and it’s not listed in her estate. What happened to it and who dumped it in with the wedding presents? Also, who’s the guy stuffed under the desk and how long has he been in that garbage bag to smell that bad?
The balloon is a hot-air balloon that lands on the largest tent. Thankfully, the wedding is over and all the guests have left the tent, but still…. Some strange neighbors of the Kelling’s have reappeared and no one has good memories of them. The balloon stunt isn’t likely to endear them to anyone.
To cut to the chase, Max is lured away from the house and disappears. (Good thing he was a Boy Scout and paid attention.) Ditto three-year-old Davie. Naturally, everyone is frantic and wonders who has it in for the Kelling-Bittersohn family and what it has to do with the reappearance of the ruby jewelry.
It’s silly and unconvincing and there’s a surprising lot about little Davie and the author’s theories on child-raising. Since MacLeod was single and childless, how did she form her strong opinions on the subject? Personally, I can do without kids in mysteries, although I’ve met a few exceptions.
Rex Stout's wonderful "An Officer and a Lady" is one of my favorite short stories. Craig Rice wrote several fine mysteries featuring kids. Ironic, since if she wasn't the World's Worst Mother, she was surely on the short list.
This is a fine series of mysteries, but if you want to skip this one you’ll get no argument from me. It’s OK, but not really up to the quality of the others. Sometimes a series goes out on a high note and sometimes it doesn’t. C’est la vie.