This is a fun little cozy with a late 70’s/early 80’s (I think?) theatrical setting. I’m guessing the year based on the vintage payphones (I strangely miss payphones), the casual homophobia (ick, why?), the total lack of computers, and the fact that nobody got screamed at or fined for smoking in public buildings. I was a bit skeptical going in because I’ve seen this plot umpteen times on television, but it turns out a bunch of cliché stereotypical actors suspected of murdering one of their own is always quality entertainment.
Jocelyn made for a good amateur detective, perceptive enough to spot vital clues and out of her depth enough not to recognize others. I wish I could’ve seen more of Detective-Sergeant Phillip Gerrard. Their instant attraction wasn’t obnoxious or unbelievable, and I’m happy to read the next book in the series to see where they take it.
I probably didn’t get half the theatrical references thrown about, and I’m willing to bet bigger theater buffs will get more out of it than I did, though I certainly got enough to enjoy myself.
I read this for the Halloween Bingo 2018 Amateur Sleuth square.