McDonald, who's made a good living out of detective heroes too charming to be true (Fletch Reflected, Flynn's In, etc.), has a new one this time: Skylar Whitfield, the southern homeboy who raises hell with the young ladies of Greendowns County when he's not blowing mean trumpet music (Telemann, Hummel) at the local bar. Skylar's cousin Jonathan, a Harvard-bound preppie whose temperament is like oil to his cousin's water, drops in for a visit just in time for Teen Queen Mary Lou Simes, who's been linked to Skylar since their stroller days, to get beaten to death, with Skylar the obvious suspect. As usual with McDonald, the comic complications--Skylar's escape from jail, Jonathan's escape from jail (yes, that's right), hapless Sheriff Pepp Culpepper's travails with the wife who's convinced he's oppressing her--are the best things here, and they're laid on with a generous hand. Good idea just not to look too closely at the mystery. Better than Fletch's last two subpar adventures, though it's hard to see McDonald getting any more mileage out of Skylar.