You know how when you're not enjoying something, small things will fill you with rage? The only reason I finished this book was to see if anyone ever took the husky (a notoriously active breed) for a walk. No one did. The dog slept. The dog went for car rides. The dog slept some more. The dog was taken home, specifically to avoid taking him on a walk. And the only reason I cared so much was bc I thought SURELY the killer couldn't be who I thought it was, and maybe it would end up being someone truly subversive, but no. And then the love interest was confirmed at the end to be one that is an instaquit for me, so I will not be reading any more of this series. Curse my love for pink book covers.