Safari (stanley Hastings Mysteries, Book 19) (the Stanley Hastings Mysteries)

Stanley Hastings on safari? I don't think so. Neither did Stanley, until Alice's small inheritance—coupled with scrimping on a few luxuries like food and rent—allowed them to book a group trip to Zambia. Now the New York PI is hiking with lions, canoeing with hippos, and having close encounters with elephants and giraffes.It's a dangerous safari. The leader is a reckless, gun-ho, great white hunter who delights in leaping from the jeep with a hearty, "Come on, gang, let's see where this lion is going!" And a series of bizarre accidents quickly dwindles the group's numbers. Why was the guide's young spotter foolish enough to walk under a sausage fruit tree . . . just as one on the huge sausage fruits fell? How did the leaves of a poisonous plant wind up in a tourist's salad? Are these really accidents?A stabbing tips the scale. It's murder, and the only policeman in a hundred miles is a park ranger (whose only murder case was that of a ivory poacher shot dead in plain sight). It's up to Stanley to crack the case . . . if he can just avoid being eaten by a lion. Stanley Hastings on safari? I dont think so. Neither did Stanley, until Alices small inheritancecoupled with scrimping on a few luxuries like food and rentallowed them to book a group trip to Zambia. Now the New York PI is hiking with lions, canoeing with hippos, and having close encounters with elephants and giraffes. Its a dangerous safari. The leader is a reckless, gung-ho, great white hunter who delights in leaping from the jeep with a hearty Come on, gang, lets see where this lion is going! And a series of bizarre accidents quickly dwindles the groups numbers. Why was the guides young spotter foolish enough to walk under a sausage fruit tree . . . just as one of the huge sausage fruits fell? How did the leaves of a poisonous plant wind up in a tourists salad? Are these really accidents? A stabbing tips the scale. Its murder, and the only policeman in a hundred miles is a park ranger (whose only murder case was that of an ivory poacher shot dead in plain sight). Its up to Stanley to crack the case . . . if he can just avoid being eaten by a lion. Stanley Hastings on safari? I don't think so. Neither did Stanley, until Alice's small inheritance--coupled with scrimping on a few luxuries like food and rent--allowed them to book a group trip to Zambia. Now the New York PI is hiking with lions, canoeing with hippos, and having close encounters with elephants and giraffes. It's a dangerous safari. The leader is a reckless, gung-ho great white hunter who delights in leaping from the jeep with a hearty, "Come on, gang, let's see where this lion is going!" And a series of bizarre accidents quickly dwindles the group's numbers. Why was the guide's young spotter foolish enough to walk under a sausage fruit tree just as one of the huge fruits fell? And how did the leaves of a poisonous plant wind up in a tourist's salad? Are these really accidents? A stabbing tips the scale. It's murder, and the only policeman in a hundred miles is a park ranger whose only murder case was that of an ivory poacher shot dead in plain sight. It's up to Stanley to crack the case--if he can just avoid being eaten by a lion The new Stanley Hastings mystery caper, which takes the ever-loquacious private detective on safari in Zambia . . . What could possibly go wrong?Stanley Hastings on safari? I don't think so. Neither did Stanley, until Alice's small inheritance—coupled with scrimping on a few luxuries like food and rent—allowed them to book a group trip to Zambia. Now the New York PI is hiking with lions, canoeing with hippos, and having close encounters with elephants and giraffes. It's a dangerous safari. The leader is a reckless, gung-ho, great white hunter who delights in leaping from the jeep with a hearty "Come on, gang, let's see where this lion is going!" And a series of bizarre accidents quickly dwindles the group's numbers. Why was the guide's young spotter foolish enough to walk under a sausage fruit tree . . . just as one of the huge sausage fruits fell? How did the leaves of a poisonous plant wind up in a tourist's salad? Are these really accidents? A stabbing... "Stanley Hastings on safari? He didn't think so, until Alice's small inheritance--plus scrimping on luxuries like food--paid for a trip to Zambia. But the safari leader is a reckless, gung-ho, great white hunter, and a series of bizarre accidents dwindles the group's numbers. But were they really accidents? A stabbing tips the scale. It's murder, and the only policeman in a hundred miles is a park ranger. It's up to Stanley to crack the case"--The publisher's web site Stanley Hastings on safari? He didn't think so, until Alice's small inheritance -- plus scrimping on luxuries like food -- paid for a trip to Zambi. But the safari leader is a reckless, gung-ho, great white hunter, and a series of bizarre accidents dwindles the group's numbers. But were they really accidents? A stabbing tips the scale. It's murder, and the only policeman in a hundred miles is a park ranger. It's up to Stanley to crack the case Reluctantly embarking on a group safari trip to Zambia, Stanley Hastings finds himself at the mercy of a reckless hunter guide who enjoys encounters with dangerous animals before suspicious accidents begin plaguing fellow tourists.