From Kirkus Reviews:
Everybody Stella the Stargazer knows, from an anonymous correspondent to Stella's best friend Meredith Spenser, seems to be involved with hairdresser Tony DeAngelo of Denver's Masquerade salon, so Stella makes an appointment for a cut and dye while she checks him out--and finds that DeAngelo is everything Meredith claimed, plus dead. (Somebody crossed the wires to his massage footbath as he sat soaking in coke-fortified bliss a stone's throw from Stella, semicomatose herself from the revitalizing hot towels and green goop covering every pore.) Since the murderer can't be poor Meredith (can it?), it must be somebody connected with Masquerade--maybe DeAngelo's widow. But is that Lizette, the receptionist who claims to have been quietly married to him; Gerta, the manicurist who's wearing his wedding ring; or Victoria, the co-beneficiary of his partnership insurance? Freed from the routine of her column--her editor's refused to publish it on account of the danger to her--and spurred by the danger to Meredith, Stella rouses herself to do her neatest job of detection to date, though she still has time to indulge her original specialty: finding another body. If Jorgensen's third (You Bet Your Life, 1995, etc.) doesn't exactly plumb new depths, it does give another heartfelt look at the women whose hearts beat hot against the lacy teddies under their sweatshirts as they sit around browsing through Self and pining for the embraces of unsuitable men. -- Copyright ©1996, Kirkus Associates, LP. All rights reserved.
From Publishers Weekly:
This breezy mystery, the third in the Stella the Stargazer series (A Love to Die For; You Bet Your Life), gets off to a quick start when Stella (formerly Jane Austin Smith, accountant), narrowly escapes being crushed by a white van. Witty, smart and utterly brazen, Stella writes an enormously popular astrological column for a Denver newspaper and has been receiving threatening letters. But, after her close call, she quickly puts aside her anxieties to help her best friend, Meredith Spenser, who is charged with the murder of her lover, Tony DeAngelo. Tony, owner of an upscale beauty parlor and spa, was electrocuted while having a foot bath?and a distraught Meredith was seen holding the cord. On the run after surviving yet another attempt on her life, Stella still manages to interrogate (and antagonize) a host of suspects in Tony's murder, and, while ferreting out pertinent information, takes comfort from a constant diet of junk food and the tiny presence of her pet chameleon, Fluffy. Her psychic trances, an integral part of the story, often point her in the wrong direction, but Stella proves herself a feisty sleuth. Because she's more blundering than brilliant, Stella often has cause to thank her lucky stars for seeing her through her hair-raising adventures.
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