I think I’ve choked down the last of these Laura Lippman mysteries. She’s a decent writer but this Tess Monaghan series is so formulaic and bland that they become a chore to read. In this one, a dead girl turns out to be the daughter of a billionaire who had been recuperating at an eating disorder clinic. There’s some weird connection to a local politician that I couldn’t be bothered to pay attention to. Her usual gang surrounds her, Crow, Whitney, the wheelchair lawyer, her family. At the end, she’s evicted from her aunt’s building and buys a home. Yawn.