COLD FEET

N.Y.C. photographer Libby Kincaid's good news—her on-again-off- again father Max has just won a million-dollar lottery—is overshadowed by her bad news—she's arrested for complicity in the snakebite murder of tap-dancing great Hank Monsell, supposedly killed by a legless accomplice of ill-tempered snake-keeper/tap-dancer Silver Gaines, whom Libby had spent the afternoon photographing. To make things worse, Hank's survivors—his ex-wife Delores; her very pregnant successor Nicole; and his dance group, the Nonpareils—aren't exactly supportive of Libby's attempts to clear herself (the police suspect she stole Hank's dancing shoes too); the city feels unusually sweaty and menacing (dozens of deft details here); and, yes, Max's windfall has attracted Iris, the stepmother of all bimbos. Despite a so-so mystery, Libby's even more appealing in her hometown than out in the sticks (Still Waters, 1991); Tucker's light touch with urban angst makes this a treat.