KILLER HEELS

Life is good in Anderson’s yuppie-themed debut, even when murder imperils your wardrobe.

Although it’s ruined her brand-new Jimmy Choos, stepping into a pool of advertising manager Teddy Reynolds’s blood in the middle of the Lexington Avenue offices of Zeitgeist (“you can find us wedged between Marie Claire and Cosmo”) gives advice columnist Molly Forrester the unprecedented opportunity to upgrade both her preppy boyfriend Peter Mulcahey—the kind who’s great in bed but can’t really accompany you to an out-of-town wedding—and her job at the mid-list magazine for something sexier. After she and her two best gal-pals, young hotshot lawyer Cassady [sic] Lynch and events coordinator Tricia Vincent, calm their shaken nerves with champagne and Brandy Alexanders at Django, she hightails it over to Manhattan, where editor Garrett Wilson offers to buy her insider’s-view article on solving the murder. Now all she has to do is solve it, negotiating among Teddy’s wife Helen, his lover Camille Sondergard, his other lover (and Molly’s boss) Yvonne Hamilton, his harried assistant Gretchen Plotnick, and a host of distraught colleagues, while keeping lines of communication open with hunky Detective Kyle Edwards, who has his eye on Molly in more ways than one.

Delicious dialogue between Molly and her buds leaves barely enough room for detection—or much of anything else.