When Tony Mancuso dropped dead at Calloway Hall, half of Windmere Cove exhaled. The other half probably should have.
The most hated man in town had files on everyone. Rigged contracts, buried secrets, blackmail with a gold-lettered windbreaker and a smile. Someone decided enough was enough. Now the files are missing and Izzy Harper is staring at a suspect pool made up of every person she trusts.
But Tony wasn't the only secret Calloway Hall was keeping. Something has been buried in that foundation for ninety years. Tony found it. Now he's dead. And whatever he found is still down there.
Noodle, her golden retriever, has been circling the same corner of the building since it happened. Izzy knows that look.
The killer is still sitting at her Community Table, eating her food, and watching her get closer.
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Harper Burton writes the kind of cozy mystery where the dog has opinions, the alibi never holds, and the pie is always homemade. Sometimes with poison.
After twenty years in emergency management handling real-world crises (and enough paperwork to qualify as a natural disaster), she now sticks to fictional ones. Ideally involving tea, a body, and a suspiciously well-timed power outage.
Home is the Carolinas. Husband, rotating grandkids, and an Akita who, unlike Hachi, would absolutely leave her at the train station for a hot dog.
Windmere Cove is where she hides the bodies. Fictional ones. Mostly.