This one was okay, but no great shakes. The plot was even thinner than most cozies, and the ending felt rushed and perfunctory, a hindrance to the sappy revelation about Lee's personal life that must be disposed of as quickly as possible.
Guess what? Don't care about her personal life, or her weird martyr complex about Aunt Nettie, who has lived her whole long life without neurotic Lee telling her which way to wipe. Joe, her ardent beau, might have been a sulky manbaby about Lee's reluctance to tie the knot, but he wasn't wrong about her smothering codependence with Aunt Nettie.
The killer wasn't hard to peg for anyone who's read a cozy before, though there were a few decent red herrings to keep the story marginally interesting.
A good beach or bedtime read, but hardly a challenge for hardened mystery buffs.
I do wish they'd kept the puppy, though. Monte was a cute little bugger.