I started this book because I forgot the book I was reading at home and needed something to keep me occupied while waiting on the laundry.
Goal for the next two days is to finish this story up and decide if I want to continue with the other two novellas I have on the TBR or cut my losses and just delete those books off the NOOK.
This book started with such promise, but the characterizations fall into two categories: sexy, glamorous Marilyn-Monroe/Golden Age of Hollywood or morbidly obese sexually-harassing. Oh, and the police is a parody of the likes of Keystone Kops.
And for the love of all that is reading, repeat after me cozy mystery writers: "Just because my daddy was a detective/investigator, doesn't mean I am a detective or should be investigating a death."