Unfortunately, not like my previous review of Dead Men Don’t Ski, there were not a lot of wonderfully on-the-nose covers of this book to choose from.  The one from Amazon is the same as my copy, which is lacking in over the top death melodrama.  (Although this is the first time [out of all of two books of hers I read] that a big clue was printed on the cover.) Another first is the narration perspective.  Instead of following Detective Harry Tibbett on his investigations, […]