Not Exactly a Brahmin (Jill Smith, Book 3)
Telegraph Avenue ain't what it used to be now that  gentrification has gotten under way.  But Jill Smith, the junk  food-loving, smart and savvy Berkeley cop, hasn't changed.  Chugging  along in her vintage VW to fetch a pint of chocolate chocolate shower  ice cream, she runs smack into a case of murder.A local  philanthropist's Cadillac has crashed going down the steepest hill in  town.Its lifeless owner lies faceup in the rain, and cuts in the  brake lines prove this is no accident.  Jill's best suspects are young,  ambitious and definitely upwardly mobile.  But her best bet for a  motive is one of the great class levelers: a hunger for love, a love of  money, and, lust for vengeance.