Things have been calm in Keyhole Lake for a while, and Noelle and Hunter have finally set a wedding date. Par for the course, though, Coralee no sooner gets her measured for her dress than somebody turns up dead.

This time, it’s the self-appointed leader of the Keyhole Crocheters, a woman everybody just loved to hate. That means that the suspect pool consists of most of the town’s elderly population, and a healthy percentage of younger folks, too.

Since, Hunter can’t carve out time for a tux fitting until he figures out who offed the meanest memaw in town, it’s up to Noelle and crew to jump in and help.