Louise Eldridge hosts a garden show and (usually) unintentionally solves murders. But when one of her past run-ins comes back into town after serving a trifling sentence in a mental health hospital for brutality killing, then dismembering a woman who wanted more than the side in his life, it’s an on edge go for her and family. Said culprit also attempted to add her to his body count, and now that he’s back, maybe he intends to finish that thought.
But then he’s found dead, buried under Louise’s azalea patch. All evidence points to Louise, most obnoxiously so. (Which to me would scream frame job, but not certain a bias detective.)
A few newbies to the hood dos-i-dos around suspicion, even gaining a trace of trust, until a second body is planted in another of Louise’s beds (Seriously, coppers???) and she’s further implicated.
A nervous wreck with her daughter’s wedding also galloping up the calendar, Louise takes note of subliminal and blatant clues and then (of course) confronts her suspicion on her own.
It’s one of her most suspenseful reads yet, but needed finishing. What was done to Charlie? Did Morton apologize? How did Bill know where she was? Why, after so many murders, do the Eldridge’s still not have some sort of security system installed? CIA? C’mon!
While I appreciate the need for suspense and placement, placement, placement... I do not appreciate when an author puts the character in stupid situations after painstakingly making her appear so savvy. No matter what contrived reason behind it, it’s counteractive to the premise of intelligence. But then again, Louise does read T.C. Boyle, so maybe......
And even given that I’ve been a vegetarian for 42 years, I don’t think you can cook up a “golden brown” strip of bacon. Just sayin.