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Meredith Mitchell's old friend Sally Caswell and her scientist husband have moved from London to the quiet of Oxfordshire, but find nothing but trouble. Quarrels between the moody scientist and an eccentric neighbour; goats in the backyard, and a letter bomb in the mail all add to malice, mystery, and murder—and another case for Meredith and her police inspector friend Alan Markby to solve.

Mercedes Harrigan, novice landlord, is a pro at cleaning up messy apartments but cleaning up after an elderly tenant dies presents a different dilemma. It’s not the dead body lying on the kitchen floor that has Sadie freaked out—she grew up playing among the caskets at her grandmother’s mortuary—it’s the coroner’s suspicion that the wiring in Sadie's vintage apartments could be the culprit. Add a threatened lawsuit by the family of the deceased, along with bizarre clues that pop up but don’t add up, and Sadie’s morale dips lower than the meager balance in her bank account.

Steve Cline thought surviving his first investigation was the hardest thing he’d ever face. He was wrong. Still reeling from the physical and psychological fallout of At Risk, Steve is thrown into turmoil when his estranged father dies suddenly—and he learns a devastating truth: the man being laid to rest was never his biological father. His real father is Christopher J. Kessler, a respected Thoroughbred trainer on the Maryland circuit.

Sarah Quilliam (“Quill”) and her sister Meg are in deep financial trouble. Unable to pay bills and overhead on their beloved Inn at Hemlock Falls, they’re relieved when five women who call themselves the Crafty Ladies book several days at the Inn. The local crafts fair and wineries, Quill and Meg hope, will bring in more tourists. When a guest at the Inn is murdered, and then a second body is found, both corpses with a triangle nearby, Quill sets out to unravel the motives and find the killer.

Ava had known Brandy since they were kids. She had a gift for knowing when people lied to her. Brandy never did. When her FBI-trained friend transferred back from New York to the New Orleans office, her first call was to her old friend. The ad for the apartment looked promising, so off they went. It wasn’t the best neighborhood. They could tell by the two gun shots. And just like that, there was a murder to solve.