I thought I would try this author again, not having enjoyed a couple of her Fleming Stone novels. Here the detective is former movie star Kenneth Carlisle.
In this there was a limited cast of suspects for the three murders of prominent residents in a small town in the early hours of a Sunday morning.
To say that the plot and detection unfolded in a leisurely way, is to exaggerate. The circumstances are repeated ad nauseam, and the detective's dislike of clues means that there really is no way for the reader to make a reasoned deduction about the perpetrator. That person is revealed in a traditional gathering at the end when Carlisle reveals the evidence which led him to the solution.
Not very satisfying for me.