This is a tiny book--almost a novella. So, the setup is equally short.
Jane’s oldest son, Mike, has a summer job working in a newly opened delicatessen. During the launching ceremony of the store, a self-righteous nasty attorney dies when a rack of hams falls on him. The cops are eager to write it off as an accident, or maybe the guy just had some kind of heart attack. But when the attorney's paralegal dies later in the book, single-mom Jane and her friend Shelly realize there's more to this than mere accidents.
this is a fun book, and indeed, the entire series is fun. Part of what makes it fun is the banter between Jane and her friend. She is a great example of a single mom, but she would be the last one to think so. There's nothing shrill or neurotic about her. She's raising teenage kids, and she is wonderfully able to go with the flow. If this were a nonfiction mother, I'd bet heavily on every one of her kids turning out just fine. The wit and dialogue in this entire series is hard to beat anywhere. Jane and Shelly are both highly likeable.