When murder
provides a welcome distraction…
On the heels of a public,
broken engagement, Maeve Cleary returns to her childhood home in Hampton Beach,
NH. When a dead body turns up behind her mother’s music school, three old
friends land on the suspect list. Licking her wounds soon takes a back seat to
outrunning the paparazzi who spin into a frenzy, casting her in a cloud of
suspicion.
Maeve juggles her high school sweetheart, a cousin with a touch of
clairvoyance, a no-nonsense detective, and an apologetic, two-timing ex-fiancé.
Will the negative publicity impact business at the Music Box— the very place
she’d hoped to make a fresh start?
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With his mouth
set in a grim line, he waited.
If anyone else
had enough nerve to presume she owed them an explanation, she would respond
with a solid mind your own business. Instead, the seventeen-year-old still
inside her refused to tell him to get lost. “He was hiding money in his
office.” This was one of those times when learning how to wait a few beats
before blurting out inflammatory information would come in handy. Each second
of passing silence decreased her ability to breathe in the confined space. She
turned the ignition and switched on the air conditioner.
“How do you
know?” His volume just above a whisper, each dragged-out word hung in the air.
“I found it.”
“When were you in
his office?” He swiped at a bead of sweat trickling down the side of his face,
then positioned a vent toward him.
“Last night.”
When would she learn to bite her tongue? Finn’s switch from rapid-fire scolding
to slow, deliberate questioning left her unable to swallow over the sandpaper
lump in her throat.
“Where was Vic?”
She stared at the
back of the building, wishing she’d kept her mouth shut. “He’d left for the
night.” If she averted her gaze, she could pretend his eyeballs weren’t bugging
out of his head, and his jaw didn’t need a crane to haul it off his chest.
“You were at the
town hall after hours? Did anyone see you?”
“A custodian
opened his door for me.” She snuck a glance. Sure enough, features contorted in
shock and horror replaced his boy-next-door good looks.
Jill
Piscitello is a teacher, author, and an avid fan of multiple literary genres.
Although she divides her reading hours among several books at a time, a
lighthearted story offering an escape from the real world can always be found
on her nightstand.
A
native of New England, Jill lives with her family and three well-loved cats.
When not planning lessons or reading and writing, she can be found spending
time with her family, trying out new restaurants, traveling, and going on light
hikes.
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