Pretty lame. The one thing it had going for it, a fairly novel murder mystery involving a carnival madame winding up dead in the middle of a hedge maze, is pretty much nullified by all of its weaker aspects, especially the plotting. My case in point: When I read a mystery, I want to read about the mystery. Period. I don't want to read paragraph after paragraph about what they had for dinner, or what scandalousness the sexy young man in the pool was wearing, which seemed to make up about one fourth of the book's content. Another three fourths or so consisted of scenes and character interactions that didn't have anything to do with anything, mystery or otherwise. For instance, in about the last twenty pages or so we accompany the character on a boat ride into the Caribbean so he and his friends can discuss rescuing a Cuban political activist. Spoiler? Nah. It has nothing to do with anything. Even if they had actually rescued said activist instead of just blabbing about it, it still wouldn't have had any bearing on the plot. I get the feeling that Vincent Lardo wrote this scene for a separate book and ended up cutting it out, but gosh darn it, he went to the trouble to write it, so he'd better use it somewhere. There are dozens of other scenes like this, including various character interactions that only serve to reinforce the fact that the characters are snots. In case, you know, you couldn't tell from the dinner descriptions.
Which brings me to the characters. Almost every single one of them was an insufferable snot, including the main guy. Beyond that, I couldn't really tell one from another. There are, like, SIX wealthy, beautiful women in the story, not one of whom seemed to have any kind of distinct personality. I kind of found myself hoping for a Murder on the Orient Express-style ending where everyone, including the protagonist, was involved in the murder so they would all get put away. Sadly, this is not the case.