The person most likely to win the tournament, Oona Blackwell, is found sitting quietly at the fourth tee; barefoot, wet and very dead. Without a doubt she has been drowned in Hooker’s Creek and it is murder. Comedy ensues when a member of her foursome puts her back in the creek so it looks like an accident, to prevent the cancellation of the tournament. There is a long list of people who might kill the heartless Oona and even more reasons to justify her murder, so Games Captain Melonie Price calls her old friend, Alias Hunter Knox, to hush everything up and solve the case.

If this book wasn’t so silly, I would have to call it dirty. The language of golf is a double entendre: balls, scoring, play a round, strokes, threesome, and Hunter’s real goals seems to be less about finding a murder and more about getting Melonie in the rough. There are several impediments to both, like a doorbell with an uncanny sense of timing and a whole family of escaped lunatic Wdnyzkoscdckyzny’s [Oona (deceased), Duella, Tracy (undeceased) and Forsythe], their doctor Merganser (who is really Forsythe), and extortionist/gold-digger/poet extraordinaire, Adrian Fogbreath.

If the eternal running around isn’t enough to keep you on your game, Shiels is a poet, and a downright clever one at that. When poor Hunter gets roped into being the country music entertainment for the banquet, he makes up a few songs like any good "Canay-jhyn" folk artist:

And I’m tired of batting clean-up
In the ball game of love.

While both books were fun and interesting, I preferred Poe the Musical. That could be because I know nothing about golf, or it could just be personal preference. Either way, I don’t think you can choose wrong with Alias Hunter Knox.