For an amateur sleuth book to be enjoyable, it has to be believable to some extent. This book wasn't in the least.
Hannah takes it upon herself to investigate a murder in town. She then informs the police of this decision and rather than discouraging her, like real police would, they all giggle about winning their bets, and set up a time to meet with her to go over details of the case. As the story progresses, Hannah storms around town questioning people, demanding answers and spouting off as she sees fit, and not one person tells her to take a hike. She then involves herself in an old bank robbery because she coincidentally gets a bill in her cash register that looks suspicious and the bank president is all too happy to look up the serial number and give her details on why she was right. It gets to the point where all belief must be suspended because everything is so ludicrous.
If Hannah isn't annoying and obnoxious enough, the supporting cast is just as bad. Her partner, Lisa, seems like she has a crush on Hannah, babying her, cooking for her, running Hannah's business for her. Norman and Mike are supposed to be the two men she's dating, yet she attends "extended family" events with both of them where she sits between them and holds both of their hands. Andrea is as annoying a character as I've ever seen. None of them make you care about them in the least.
And the writing in this book is just awful, with way too much attention paid to every little detail. We get two full pages of Hannah walking upstairs from her car and unlocking her door. We get a full page of her drive to work. And we get pages upon pages of Hannah mixing up cookie dough. Did the author have a word count to fill?
I hope the next book in the series is better, or this author will be going the way of Nancy J. Cohen...right out the door.