I liked this book very much, right until chapter 5. The main character has got spunk.

Sunny Meadows leaves the big city for the small town of Divinity to set up her fortune-telling business. She buys a house with character (and calls her Vicky) and finds that house already occupied by a cat with attitude (and calls him Morty). Soon after she hangs a sign on the door, her first client stumbles in. Sunny reads her her fortune, only to find the woman will be killed. How soon, the tea leaves don't tell her.

Sunny sends the woman on her way with a bag of tea, frets for an hour and decides to call the police. Alas, too late, the woman has already been killed. After being interrogated about her involvement and drinking four double whiskeys, Sunny decides she must investigate and goes to the house of her dead client. Where the investigating police officer finds her trespassing.

I enjoy their banter - I know where this is going. So does Sunny after she reads his tea leaves without his permission after he had a cup of tea at her house. Sunny decides that she must stay out of the way of the detective.

But the chief of police decides differently (here come chapter 5): the mayor wants a quick result so detective and fortune teller must work together. Why? Why does the chief decide that a civilian must work together with the police in a murder investigation? Particularly a civilian that is a person of interest in that murder investigation? No reason is given. Not even that the mayor or chief are big believers in the talents of fortune tellers.

I still enjoyed the narrative after that, but my suspension of disbelieve had been stretched too far.