This was a painful read for me.

It started in this first chapter, where the author kept repeating that it was the off-season and business would be slow. Thank you, I got that the first two times. No need to repeat it every other paragraph.

In the second chapter an old lady walks into a bar, sits down at a stool and keels over dead. That's when the joke really started.

Annie overhears two cops talking the next morning. An autopsy has already been done and the results are in. The death of the old woman is upgraded to murder. Suddenly Annie starts to see everyone around her in a new light. For instance, her co-worker Trish, who admits to having an affair with the victim's son. "[W]hat did she really know about the girl other than what she saw at work?"

Next thing you know, the police are at her hair salon to do a search for the chemicals that were used to color the old lady's hair. 'cause basically, the police know the woman was poisoned, but they don't know with what. That's what you get when autopsy results are in within 12 hours. They're inconclusive.

Shortly after that, though, I stop reading. It was just too painful.