This little mystery about a hairdresser who obviously read Nancy Drew novels as a kid keeps you guessing. You should be guessing in a mystery, right? It keeps you guessing because there are a lot of characters/ would-be suspects. With so much going on, the reader never can logically piece together the killer's identity. When the killer is revealed in the final few pages of the book, it feels completely out of left field and the author has to rush to provide a quick backstory for the killer and link the killer to the central victim. I liked this book as a get-to-know-the-people-in-the-neighborhood type book but the mystery revealed is a puzzling afterthought. I haven't read the other books in the series but might check them out to find out more of the hairdresser Marla's adventures in life and love. I won't be reading them as great mysteries.