The violent death of beautiful Peg Morrison came as a terrible shock to Judy Wilkins. Peg had been like an old sister to the young and lovely girl, letting Judy share her luxurious Manhattan home, introducing Judy to her sophisticated world.
First Judy learned she was heiress to Peg's vast estate. Next the man in Peg's life became the man in hers. Then, to make the strange, nightmarish transformation complete, Judy, like Peg before her, felt the cat-footed approach of evil -- and danger -- in the embrace of the man with whom she had fallen in love…
Entertainment is judged with five stars, making it tricky to express our true extent of enjoyment. Five mean life-changing literature I'll remember. Four mean I found a favourite but it has room to soar. Three are a downright misleading staple. Some work squeezes into this grade, often I like it a good deal better but some aspect stunted the ability to give four. It is in this scenario that "No Hiding Place" lies, by Rae Foley. I was impressed with a great deal of this novel but a few suspensions of belief were awkward, be they from 1969 or not.
Many authors savour introducing their setting. Herein we immediately leap into a New York subway with a girl who is asked to exchange briefcases with a desperate, ragged woman. The chief complaint hands-down is that the girl feels she'd better dump the briefcase to avoid trouble. The rest of the novel is a painstaking search to know what's inside it! Trouble is present regardless. It dawns on the girl that she's in a better position to end the danger, having been threatened numerous times, if she knows with whom she's dealing. I grant that we all react differently but there isn't a human who wouldn't have look inside a briefcase, certainly prior to tossing it. Especially if it explained the murder of your best friend.
My other grievance is that the girl was clearly out of town when the murder occurred but most of the novel pursues the cliché of police suspecting her. Surely there was a bus ticket, telephone records of a call accepted at her parent's house. The morning bank appointment for selling the home. Without nonsensical suspicion, there was a very adventurous pace. I love that the weary heroes track down the urgent back story by themselves.
In this brief tale, our heroine Judith has a chance encounter on a subway train with a stranger, who entrusts her with a mysterious briefcase. Straight afterwards, two murders happen, so she dumps the briefcase (without even opening it) in a random truck outside a random house (!). The rest of the book sees her dodging several murder attempts and trying to find the briefcase again and discover what's inside.
This opening act of stupidity (throwing away the briefcase) is the only reason there is any plot in this story at all. Judith could simply have handed it to the police straight away, and they could have all looked inside it and stopped all of the rest of the events in the story before they happened. But instead we have to endure Judith and her male partner/love interest doing lots of snooping, interviewing, hiding, running away and of course endlessly trying to work out where the darn briefcase is so that they can pick it up again. It's really boring and the climax isn't worth the wait. I don't think I'll bother with any more Rae Foley books if this is a typical example
romance, mystery, suspense without weeding through the unnecessary sex scenes. favorite quote: "a cornered rat might be as dangerous as a treed cougar," pg 118 "And there's no place to hide, is there. when you don't know, from whom you are hiding?" 'Anyone,' he said lightly, 'who can manage a dative case in these circumstances is a woman after my own heart,'" pgs 32 - 33 "I love you. This is serious with me. And you ought to marry me right away; there's such a lot to catch up on." Like what? Like what kind of girl you are when you don't have to hide. Like whether you eat your steak rare or well done. Like whether you're Republican or Democrat. Like how well we get on together. A lot of things and only one lifetime for them. Then, she agreed, let's not waste any more time." pg 187