Listen, when your seventh brush with death is triggered by a coat swap at a restaurant, it might be time to consider that your actual side hustle is attracting murder. In Taking the Wrap, Mandy Dyer is just trying to steam-press her way through life as Denver’s sassiest dry cleaner, but the universe said, “No ma’am, we have mystery to commit.” And now she's back in sleuth mode, trying to trace a missing coat, soothe her hit-and-run cousin Laura, dodge burglars, survive an attack, and not commit felony levels of romantic self-delusion. It's a lot. And yet, somehow, not enough.
The inciting incident? Laura’s coat goes missing at a mountaintop restaurant. Seems simple. A switcheroo. Maybe some mix-up with similar sizes. And then... BAM... Laura gets mowed down in broad daylight and suddenly it’s less Coat Swap Shenanigans and more Final Destination: Dry Cleaning Edition. The only clues are a crusty dry cleaning tag, a matchbook, and vibes. And Mandy’s got to work with all that while her cousin recovers from a shattered leg and a mystery stalker rummages through her apartment like it's Black Friday at Macy’s.
Let’s talk Mandy for a second. Because she’s... a character. Emphasis on character. On one hand, she’s plucky, persistent, and very committed to chasing leads with the kind of hyperfocus usually reserved for true crime podcasters. On the other hand, she absolutely will be actively investigating a murder while simultaneously getting flustered by any man who makes eye contact for more than 0.2 seconds. One suspect has a chin dimple and suddenly Mandy’s like, “Motive? No idea. Alibi? Who’s she? But what if this man is my future?” Girl, your cousin just got hit by a car. Focus.
Now, there is a mystery here, and it’s got that vintage cozy vibe where no one cusses, everyone has a quippy neighbor, and murder seems slightly less traumatic when solved with community support and an old-fashioned answering machine. But the tension? It's lukewarm. The killer’s identity might as well have worn a t-shirt that said “It’s Me, Hi, I’m the Problem, It’s Me.” And yet the book still pretends like we haven’t figured it out by Chapter 12. I was screaming “IT’S THE COAT, STUPID” while Mandy theorized about international drug cartels. It’s like watching someone try to solve a Wordle with algebra.
And then there's the side characters. Laura is out of commission for half the book, Cece (Mandy’s mom) remains a chaos goblin from hell, and every man within a 10-mile radius is either suspicious or a potential soulmate. Sometimes both. The “usual gang” from earlier books shows up for some lukewarm hijinks, but they feel more like sitcom cameos than real plot drivers. I honestly wish someone had let the dog solve this case. At least it wouldn’t have gotten distracted by a flirtatious handshake.
The narration by Emily Ellet tries her best, but the voice work for older male characters veers a little too close to “Monty Python side character with indigestion.” And Mandy’s internal monologue, when voiced out loud, somehow doubles in chaotic energy. It's like hearing your most dramatic friend talk through a breakup and a murder theory at the same time... entertaining, but deeply unhinged.
Look, I had fun. Kind of. This book isn’t a disaster, but it’s definitely got main character syndrome without enough self-awareness to back it up. If you like your mysteries a little corny, a little kooky, and dressed in freshly pressed khakis, you might enjoy this. But for me? It was a dry cleaner’s mystery that came out a little wrinkled. 3.5 stars, mostly for the chaos and coat-based carnage.
Whodunity Award: For Making Me Question the Violent Potential of Every Single Outerwear Mix-Up
Huge thanks to Brilliance Publishing and NetGalley for the early access to the audiobook, because nothing says it's the end of hot girl summer like dry cleaning drama and attempted murder in surround sound.