This book is a promotional teaser for a cozy mystery series. I bought it for free from Amazon at the start of 2020, but now in 2021 when I look back at the list of Laina Turner’s books there this one is not present, and the rest seem to be out of stock. This might mean that they have been pulled for re-release. It’s quite short, at around 9000 words including trailers and promotional text, but that’s not an unheard-of length for this kind of freebie.
The story is told from the point of view of Presley Thurman, who works in the Human Resources department of a large company in Chicago. We are introduced to some small aspects of her day-to-day life, and her best friend and confidante, Tonya, as they tuck in to some free birthday cake. Presley is a bit concerned that she will not get the promotion she wants, because a rival, Gladys, has the ear of their boss. Naturally, as this is a cozy mystery, Presley finds this rival dead on the floor of her office, poisoned by the same birthday cake. Presley is now a suspect, and decides to work with Tonya to clear her name.
The setting for the story, and the introduction of the murder are largely standard cozy mystery stuff, but then the story begins to go off the rails. The author piles on a few more suspects, gives us a few more leads, and everything looks as if it is building to a pleasantly Agatha Christie-style denouement in which the real culprit is revealed and the plodding local policeman is surprised by Presley’s detective skill.
Sadly, none of this happens at all. The villain of the story just blunders in, waves a gun about for no obvious reason and admits everything, including a paper-thin motivation, with no need for encouragement. All the other clues, suspects and plotlines are completely abandoned and never mentioned again. There is no moment when the amateur detective triumphs, impressing both police and colleagues. There is no attempt to explain why it was not any of the other suspects. There is not even a satisfactory explanation of the murder method.
If I had to guess, I would say that this book was written using the “paint yourself into a corner” technique and, as it began to get complicated, Turner just ran out of steam and scribbled down what she thought might have happened. There is certainly no sign of developmental editing before release to tighten it into the intriguing little mystery it could have been. I hope that is why it has been pulled from Amazon. Maybe a properly-edited “second edition” will be more readable.
As a promotional book, this was not a success. If this is the best that Laina Turner can produce, then I am unlikely to read any more.