A Southern belle finds herself up to her delicate neck in murder.
Like her beloved cat, Penelope, Lacy Marie Crocker (Cat Got Your Cash, 2017, etc.) seems to have landed on her feet. Since fleeing the Big Apple and her cheating fiance, she finds it comforting to be back in the Big Easy despite occasional intrusions by her socialite mom, Violet Conti-Crocker. Lacy loves owning Furry Godmother, where she adapts her knack for couture to design fancy dress for pets. She’s created lacy caps and capes for Mrs. Ham’s Llama Mamas and costumed the entire Creative Cavies Easter Celebration. But when she goes to deliver 12 dozen dreidel-shaped biscuits to the Normans for their Saint Berdoodle’s Bark-Mitzvah, she finds the scene shrouded in crime-scene tape. Somebody locked Wallace Becker, owner of the Cuddle Brigade pet care service, in the walk-in freezer, where he perished. Worse yet, Lacy’s father was the last to see Becker alive. At times like these, a Dixie blossom needs a knight in shining armor, and Lacy has more than her share. First on the scene is Chase Hawthorne, her best friend Scarlet’s brother-in-law and heir to the Hawthorne fortune. Close behind stands Detective Jack Oliver, who inherited millions from his Grandpa Smacker but prefers to keep his wealth on the down low and spend his days catching crooks. While the boys jockey for the inside rail, Lacy isn’t afraid to forge ahead on her own, hoping to catch a killer and clear her dad’s name.
Despite its reliance on well-worn cozy tropes (is every local cop a secret heir to millions?), Chase’s light touch makes this a tale worth telling.