“Legwork (a Casey Jones mystery),” by Katy Munger, is in some ways a traditional private investigator murder mystery, and in some ways a quasi-romance novel written from the point of view of the highly horny and always on the make P.I. wannabe, Casey Jones. Casey does not actually have a P.I. license, due to a long-ago felony conviction, but she works for a guy who has a license and so she pretends to be an actual P.I. so for all relevant purposes, she is one. Her slovenly and gluttonous boss is a cartoon who never does any actual work, so she’s all by herself in her investigation endeavors.
The basic plot starts with a dead body showing up in the driveway of the female politician for whom Casey is working as a bodyguard (because the woman needs someone to guard her even in the ladies room and she can’t pee with a man standing outside the stall). The dead guy turns out to be a very politically connected financier who had been involved in a failed real estate project and has some other twisted connections to the other political characters in the story that eventually got him killed. Casey needs to unravel the mystery to clear her client and save her campaign for state senator, and the plot unfolds from there. Without spoiling anything, there are various twists and turns but the basic plot is not that surprising and Casey’s big break is finding an eye witness that the cops didn’t know about, who leads her in the right direction.
I got this book as a giveaway through Kindle free books and I finished the read, although I was tempted to give up on it halfway through. My biggest issue is that the author’s descriptions at times overwhelm the story, which could be boiled down to a crisp 100 pages if not for all the extraneous material. Now, extraneous characters and description and action can often be entertaining, but here they are more of a distraction. The author’s penchant for down-home country sayings and semi-sexual innuendo gets tired after a while. She's trying to be funny, and she is occasionally, but more often it seems strained. For example: “I appreciate a man with principles (when I can find one) but that doesn’t mean I go so far as to trust a guy just because he makes my cooter twitch.” Casey describes her sexual desires for every attractive man who crosses her path during the story, all of which is unrequited in the end, but all of which makes for an unnecessarily overwritten text. If you are a fan of the style, I’m sure it’s fine. And I’ll speculate that if I were a woman I might find Casey’s inner thoughts commentary more interesting, but as a male reader looking for the mystery story, I can do without the romance novel feel.