Brewed, Crude and Tattooed by Sandra Balzo

Another annoying amateur detective. I should have known when three blurbs on the back cover used the word "breezy" to describe Maggy. I liked her big dog Frank better. She keeps mentioning her boyfriend's buttery leather jacket - she apparently likes it more than she does him. There are three murders before the end of the book and they all happen in a twelve hour period, in a small mall that's snowed in. This part made for some interest but the snarking from Maggy's supposed friend, Caron, didn't make much sense. It was something to read while I did my nebulizer treatments. Since so many places praised her books I might try another to figure out what I'm missing.