More namedropping ensues (the pastor reads Dave Egger's A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius and the protagonist is still listening to Sarah McLachlan). This is like Sex and the City, only the four women discuss murders instead of men over drinks. Oh wait, they do talk about men, too!
The story arc is almost identical to how the first book went down: there goes murder one, two, three and counting, then we finally had a suspect and wow we're chasing him down, we're finally getting leads after days of incompetence, the important clues are discovered by the super friends and not the police, how surprising, but the killer proves to be too illusive, then personal tragedies start to happen, and the woman has to keep her shit together and be strong, because you might forget, this is a typical novel about a woman protagonist written by a man, and there are stereotypes, so Lindsay Boxer must be the typical tough-but-weepy-in-the-inside-but-wait-no-she-really-is-tough character, her last name should've clued you in the first time around, didn't you notice?
I went off on a tangent there, so let's resume: the leads were legit, the sources were legit, typical female who wants to prove something rushes into different situations blindly, putting herself in danger, but miraculously survives, because if she dies then this whole series dies, no? She busts the killer, but no, it's not him, it was never him, because as we get to the end the author wants to give you another "surprise" twist that was unwarranted and unjustified, but you have to take it, and so we come to the last page where I am evidently disappointed and wondering why the hell did I read this when I had so much fun the last time. Not.