Meh.
Less you think that is a casual dismissal, there was a moment where this book genuinely surprised and excited me, where I felt involved in what happened next. Sadly, that feeling quickly faded as the investigation into the title murder unfolded.
I finished the first two books in this series in two days each. This one took me seven reading sessions spread over fifteen days, and I finished three other books in the meantime, one of which I'd started after I'd begun this one. So, meh.
These are cozy mysteries with a travel theme, but there seems to be more emphasis on the travel and very little on the detecting. I was right on my guesses on who was the victim and who was the killer and why the murder happened, guesses which were made before the halfway point. I've done that for the previous two books as well.
That's not a deal breaker in and of itself. If the story's told well, I don't mind guessing. But these don't sit right with me. Because the series hook is luxury tours, there's always a guest or two who are awful, spoiled, petulant creatures, whose purpose seems to be to make Lana's life miserable while she's working. Yes, I know there can be entitled guests on any tour, the person who thinks this is all about them. But there's been at least one each book and they're beginning to grate. (I am reading these a month apart because of book club schedule, so there is breathing time.) Also, I'm weary of folks not respecting Lana's boundaries, such as when Dotty, the tour owner, invites Lana's mother along on the Mother's Day tour, knowing the two haven't spoken in almost ten years. Worse, every time someone does that, it turns out okay, that this person really was right about breaching those boundaries. Given that Dotty is not only Lana's boss, but her landlord, there's a bit of a power imbalance, which annoyed me even further about Lana's mother being invited along.
So this, along with the fact we only see Lana do any actual detecting in the last fifty pages, makes this book a "meh" for me. Book club or no book club, I don't think I'll be reading the next one.