Happy audiobook release day to Pressed to Kill by Dolores Johnson! If you’ve ever wanted your cozy mystery with a side of garment-based homicide and men who act like emotional tumbleweeds, Mandy Dyer is back to solve another murder, whether anyone asked her to or not.
Mandy Dyer is back and once again, murder has arrived on a hanger. The woman cannot run a dry-cleaning business without a corpse showing up and ruining everyone’s starch levels. This time, it’s poor Ardith Brewster, a regular client who recently swapped her usual “divorced bank manager” aesthetic for flirty prints and a new man. Mandy’s thrilled about the makeover... until Ardith turns up dead and the vibe in the breakroom plummets.
Then a second woman is found dead. Also stylish, also connected to Mandy’s shop. Suddenly Mandy’s not just removing mystery stains. She’s tracking a potential serial killer who apparently has a thing for chic, middle-aged women and upscale dry cleaning. Could this murderer be shopping her client list? Is that silk blouse harboring secrets? Why is everyone suddenly weird about denim? Mandy, as always, must investigate.
If you’re a Dyer series regular, you know Mandy usually cracks her cases with a combination of nosy intuition and literal garment-based evidence. This one dials back the fabric-forensics a bit. The clothes are still relevant, but they’re more of a mood board than a smoking gun. You’re not getting a “lipstick-on-the-collar solves the mystery” moment here. Instead, you’ll get Mandy spiraling through suspects with righteous fury and low patience, which honestly still delivers.
Now to the emotional sand trap that is Travis. He’s here. He’s not useless. He helps in small, PI-adjacent ways. But he’s not exactly a ride-or-die investigator. He’s more like your emotionally muted coworker who occasionally forwards useful emails but never makes eye contact. His contribution is fine. It’s just... Travis. I still don’t know if I’d trust him to water plants, let alone back me up in a murder plot.
Narration is a mixed bag. Emily Ellet absolutely nails Mandy’s energy. That dry, just-barely-holding-it-together tone is pitch-perfect. Female voices overall? Clear, distinct, believable. Betty the Bag Lady sounds like someone who files conspiracy theories at the DMV and occasionally solves cold cases in her spare time. Iconic. But the male voices are a blur of sleepy baritones that all sound vaguely like someone doing a bad impression of every ex-boyfriend you’ve ever ghosted. It’s not a dealbreaker, but it does make group scenes feel like one man playing six roles in a trench coat.
Pacing starts slow. Like, secondhand embarrassment slow. Mandy spends the early chapters poking around with no real momentum and everyone’s treating her like that one friend who reads too many true crime blogs. But once we hit the midpoint, the mystery sharpens. Mandy gets reckless. Suspects start cracking. One character tries to charm his way out of being suspicious and ends up sounding even more suspicious. Classic cozy chaos.
The ending is satisfying enough. The killer reveal works, even if it doesn’t slap the way some of the earlier books did. Still, it’s got that classic Dyer rhythm. A little danger, a little banter, a little “how did we get here again,” followed by an oddly sweet closing scene that reminds you this is a woman who just wants to run her business and not die.
It’s not the best in the series. But if you’re already on the Dyer train, it’s a decent ride with a few fun detours and one or two solid side-eyes at men in tailored jackets. Three stars.
Whodunity Award: For Most Suspicious Use of Starch Outside of a Dateline Episode
Thank you to Brilliance Publishing and NetGalley for the advanced audiobook of Pressed to Kill. I may never look at a blazer the same way again, and honestly, that’s your fault.