Innkeeper and irrepressible sleuth Judith McMonigle Flynn and cousin Renie face off opposed to a cold-blooded killer in a seashore group during this delightfully captivating Bed-and-Breakfast secret from USA Today and New York Times bestselling writer Mary Daheim.
With the vacations long gone and Hillside Manor virtually empty, Innkeeper Judith McMonigle Flynn has a nasty case of the blues. A housesitting stint at her aunt and uncle’s retirement domestic on Whoopee Island with cousin Renie feels like the precise pick-me-up. Surrounded through retirees within the low season sounds peaceable and pleasant--or so the duo thinks. however it isn’t lengthy sooner than a lifeless physique pops up of their neighborhood. no longer brilliant in a space jam-packed with older folks—until they examine it wasn’t a nasty ticker that did within the sufferer, yet a really sharp knife. With clouds of suspicion soaring over her and Renie, Judith reluctantly starts off sleuthing—if in simple terms to turn out they didn’t dedicate the crime.
But what she unearths is complicated. The sufferer apparently didn’t have an enemy within the world--except for the killer. Digging for clams and solutions, the cousins realize that retirement should be deadly—at least one of the eclectic, eccentric citizens of Obsession Shores.
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Knife? What knife? ” “The person who belonged to our aunt and uncle,” Judith responded. “It used to be form of Betsy to deliver it to us. We puzzled what had occurred to it. I hate staying at somebody’s residence and mislaying their assets. ” She took good thing about Nan’s still-startled expression to step simply contained in the door. “Could I converse to her for a second? ” “Ah . . . ” Nan became to appear at the back of her as a legitimate got here out of the darkness. “Later, maybe,” she mumbled, attempting in useless to shut the door. “I must—” “What’s happening? ” a rasping voice shouted. Quentin Quimby rolled into view. “Who dares appear at my condominium? ” “Mr. Quimby! ” Judith cried excitedly. “What a thrill! You’re relatively well-known round the following. might i am getting your autograph? ” The previous man’s wrinkled face scowled up at Judith. “What the hell do you suggest through that? ” “Ginger on the sunlight shop advised us quite a bit approximately you,” Judith gushed. “Of direction, Auntie Vance and Uncle Vince by no means cease making a song your praises. ” Quimby pounded a gnarled fist at the wheelchair’s arm. “Bah! That Vance woman’s received an incredible yap and her previous man’s consistently subconscious. Get out of the following sooner than I . . . ” He stopped and glared at Nan. “Throw them out, woman. They’re hassle. Now. ” The “girl” seemed to be at the very least sixty. Having in basic terms glimpsed Nan amid the clubhouse hubbub, Judith spotted that Quimby’s daughter-in-law seemed virtually as skinny as Betsy and much extra wrinkled. Nan’s watery blue eyes have been pleading. “Please go,” she stated to the cousins in a tremulous voice. Renie shrugged. “Sure. lets constantly get a ladder and move slowly in via a damaged window. See ya. ” She stomped off the porch. Judith didn’t have a lot selection yet to stick to her. “That was once a bust,” she muttered after the door were firmly close in the back of them. “Still . . . ” She stopped conversing and circled to stare again on the grim, grey condo. “This isn’t a house, it’s a jail. the single one loose to return and move looks Betsy. i'm wondering . . . ” “What? ” Renie requested while her cousin didn’t proceed. Judith shook her head. “Never brain. enable me brood awhile. ” Renie knew larger than to prod. sooner than achieving the gate, they heard canines barking. A second later, Quincy Quimby got here into view, best Rottweilers on leashes. “Hi,” Judith referred to as out to the spare, just a little stooped guy. “You have a few good-looking pooches. ” He paused on the gate, the canines lowered to snarling. “Hansel and Gretel,” he stated, straining to open the gate and maintain the canines less than keep an eye on. “Are you from the county? if that is so, you’ll need to check with my father. ” “We already did,” Judith spoke back. She and Renie stepped apart to permit Quincy and the Rottweilers pass by way of. “We’re house-sitting for the Webers. ” Judith notion a relieved expression omitted Quincy’s deeply coated face. “Oh. ” He frowned. “The Webers are long gone? ” “Just for a number of days,” Judith stated. “I’m sorry to claim that your father it appears doesn’t like viewers. ” “No. ” Quincy saved relocating. “He’s aged. My father reveals it tricky to entertain. ” He paused by means of the porch. “Say, didn’t I see you someplace earlier than? might be on the clubhouse?