Some murders are written before they happen.
Former arts journalist Margot Finch came back to Cresthollow Bay to settle her late aunt's estate. A quiet autumn, a cottage to clear, paperwork in triplicate. Then Petra Wynn — the town archivist, principled to a fault and quietly looking into something she shouldn't have been — is found dead outside the archive on a Tuesday morning.
The local police have a suspect within the week. Margot isn't convinced. Something about the scene is wrong in a way she can't place: the angle of a chair, the position of a cup, a small theatrical wrongness, as if someone arranged the room before they left it.
She starts asking the questions a journalist asks. The library becomes her second home. The head librarian, Iris Calloway, becomes an unlikely ally. The town, charming on the surface, turns out to hold its secrets the way coastal towns do — politely, and at depth.
And somewhere in the case is a detail Margot keeps circling without quite catching. Something she has already seen. Something she has, in a sense, already read.
By the time she understands what she's looking at, the killer is one move ahead — and Margot is exactly where they need her to be.
A warm, witty, dark-edged debut mystery for readers of Richard Osman, Janice Hallett, and Anthony Horowitz. The first in the Cresthollow Bay Mysteries
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