Brandy witnesses a murder at a drive thru joint with the unlikely name of CLUCK IT: CHICKEN BY THE BUCKET. And then it turns out nothing at the scene’s what it seems, or at any rate nobody’s who they seem. Seems CLUCK IT is not just a place to clog your arteries, but also a transgender hangout. And with that discovery, you know you’re in New Orleans.
˃˃˃ The local, New Orleans Color Never Stops
Brandy’s complex Irish Channel family develops the kind of problem that is a lot more fun on the page than in real life. What to do when your sister gets pregnant with one of the next-door twins, but she doesn’t know which twin? (Be glad it’s Brandy’s problem, not yours.)
She also finds a mysterious box of valuable jewelry under her closet floor, becomes the unofficial caretaker of the Tarot reader across the street who knows the future but can never predict when she’s going to get so drunk she’s going to fall into her own bushes, and develops a strong suspicion about one of her other neighbors, all the while juggling the two Romeos.
˃˃˃ Luckily, Brandy Is Better At Solving Mysteries Than She Is At Wrangling Her Boyfriends
The reader can rest assured she’s eventually, and in fine style, going to weave together the myriad mysterious strands that confound the police (who happen to count Boy Friend # 1 among their ranks) and present them the solution with all the panache of an old-style detective like Hercule Poirot, yet none of the pretension. You can almost hear her wondering, “Did I do that?”