"Can they find the killer and keep Marylou safe?"

Terry Saltz is back. He's still delivering pizza for Carol's pizza place in northeastern Ohio. His carpentry side business is thriving. He and Gruf are renovating Smitty's bar. Smitty is Gruf's dad. Carlo's has been sold. Once the new owners take over, Gruf and Terry are taking the staff and will be running Smitty's bar.

At breakfast at Brewster's with the normal group one morning, Terry's ex Marylou walks in. She asks him to help her move. He refuses. That night while asleep, Terry hears gunshots in the trailer park. He and Danny run down the street to see what has happened. They find Marylou drunk, in a daze with a gun outside of a trailer without much on. The dead man is in the trailer. Terry knows Marylou isn't a killer.

Soon it becomes evident that while she isn't a killer, the killer knows she survived. Can the gang hide her until they can figure out who the murderer is? Unfortunately Marylou can't remember a thing from that night! Can they piece together what happened that night without putting themselves or her in danger?

Terry and his gang are back at it. They can't let Alan know they're investigating again. Matter of fact, Alan told Terry to butt out! That doesn't stop them.

I love the characters this author has created and the way that she presents them. It makes them seem so alive. I'd love to work at Carlo's and have breakfast at Brewster's with them!

I love this series. I recommend you read the first in this series, COLD SLICE, first so that you get all the background on the characters. It really helps.

I highly recommend this book and the whole series!

Reviewed by Dawn Dowdle
Posted August 25, 2004

Summary

BLUE-COLLARING A KILLER...

You may not think it, but life moves fast in northeastern Ohio. Just six months ago, I was down-and-out—stewing in jail and getting dumped by my pit-bull of a wife. Now, I'm back on my feet renovating a bar, delivering pizza, and thinking of cutting my hair.

Just when I'm getting comfortable, the you-know-what hits the fan. There I am, sitting in Brewster's--eating my Number Four breakfast with the guys--when in walks the devil herself: my soon-to-be-ex-wife Marylou, high hair and all. She asks me to help her move. I say no. End of story. Right...

That night, a man is knocked off in my own trailer park, and who's caught holding the gun? Marylou. Drunk as a skunk. She doesn't remember a thing. She may be mean as a junkyard dog, but Marylou's no killer. The cops—mighty familiar with my reputation for butting in—warn me to butt out. But, I'm stubborn. And no one's getting away with murder in my backyard...