Hey, how ‘bout the pecker on that crow! Wow! Of course, I’m talking about the beak on that thing—it draws a lot of blood before the book ends. But I grossly digress. It’s just that I always wanted to start a review with the line I used here, knowing that if I ever did, the rest of the review would be all downhill, as surely this one will likely be.
Betsy Devonshire broke her leg while horsing around with her friend, Former Cop and New Mom Jill Cross Larson. Jill convinced Betsy to go horse riding with her, and she broke several bones that laid her up in her apartment for weeks. Alas, this lacks the joie de vivre of an Alfred Hitchcock movie in which a disabled Jimmy Stuart nurses a broken leg and suspects a neighbor of murder (Rear Window, 1954). But it’s not bad.
Tony Milan is a disabled mess, too. His disability stemmed from a car crash. He and Betsy were in the same hospital, but their paths never crossed. Tony got wind that Bob Germaine, who represented the organization Tony worked for, was to pick up a check that comprised donations from a group of embroiderers in the amount of 24 thousand dollars. Ex-con Tony planned to snag the check and hit the road with it all the way to Madagascar.
Tony bumps off poor Bob Germaine in a parking garage then he, too, gets a bad break—or lots of them—in that car crash minutes later.
Lacking the brilliance and excellence of Mr. Stuart, Betsy can’t solve this simply by watching the goings on among her neighbors. She’s looped out on painkillers, and it’s up to her flamboyantly gay store manager, Godwin, to help her solve the case.
Hey, and about that crow: Betsy has time on her hands, so she agrees to take in a foundling crow with a broken wing. Betsy runs a sort of underground aviary railroad. Apparently, injured wildlife in Minnesota don’t get a chance at recovery; the state kills them. But in nearby Iowa, injured wildlife can qualify for rehabilitation and release if someone has the time and talent to do it. The crow in the cage in her office is slated for a trip to Iowa. But before he gets there, he pecks heck out of some people. You can read this for the details. Hence my unfortunate first sentence.
There isn’t much of a mystery here. This would have been a two-star review. Because it’s super short at seven hours, and because I could buzz the narrator at 2.87X, it gets three stars.