ZOEY CALLAWAY is an introverted Information Professional, content with her cramped apartment above her mother’s garage. She’s a simple person with a simple life until murder shatters her small town of Hope Harbor, Michigan.
When Zoey’s uncle is found dead in his bathtub, police think it’s an accidental overdose, but circumstances tell Zoey a different story. After inheriting her deceased uncle’s home and black kitten, she moves in and catalogues his belongings, inadvertently piecing together clues to solve a crime her uncle had stumbled upon before his death. With a stalker following her every move, Zoey calls upon all her investigative skills to identify the killer before she becomes the next victim.
Before leaving, I checked my mail. There was a package wrapped in an old brown grocery bag. it was from Felix. “What the hell?” I said and set the box down on the passenger seat. As much as I was dying to open it, I knew I couldn’t afford to get sidetracked.
On the way to Hope Harbor I kept casting a sideways glance at the package. It just didn’t make sense. We saw each other two or three times a month, why didn’t he just give this to me when
I was there over the weekend? My stomach lurched. Was Felix sick and hadn’t told me?
Traffic was light, and I made it to Hope Harbor by noon and decided to drive by Uncle Felix’s house on the way to the police station.
His Craftsman style house sat on Ashley Lane and was within walking distance of downtown. Old oak trees shaded the front porch and yard, and there was plenty of space between houses for privacy, if there was such a thing in Hope Harbor. It was a small town where secrets were hard to keep. I’d spent enough time here over the years to get to know a lot of people and Hope Harbor felt like home.
The house was surrounded by police and emergency vehicles, so I parked on the street and made my way up the porch steps toward the front door. A policeman stopped me as I approached and told me to wait outside while he got Detective Andrews.
As I waited, I could see the neighbors rubbernecking, wondering what was happening. No doubt the whole town knew by now and I could feel my face flush as I considered the stories they must be telling about what happened to Felix. I made for the door, keeping an eye on the neighbors. I ran smack dab into a broad-chested man about a foot taller than me
Thank you, Debi Chestnut and Love Book Group
About the author
A Northern girl with a wicked imagination, Debi fell in love with mysteries after reading her first Nancy Drew book. She left her job as a paralegal to write full-time. Along with her mystery series, Debi is also the author of many books on the paranormal. She lives in Michigan with her husband, two black cats, and her lab, Hunter.