he truth about what happened in 1949 went to Paul Fischer's grave... Too bad his body didn't!
Advertising copywriter Leigh Koslow doesn't pack heat--just a few extra pounds. And she doesn't go looking for trouble. When she moved into her cousin Cara's refurbished Victorian house, she wasn't planning on discovering a corpse--certainly not one that had been embalmed ten years before. But as anyone in the small Pittsburgh borough of Avalon could tell her, her cousin's house has a history attached. A history dating back to two mysterious deaths in the summer of 1949.
Someone wants Leigh and Cara out of the house--someone who has something to hide. But that someone doesn't know Leigh's impetuous cousin, and when Cara digs her heels in, Leigh looks to her old college chum, local policewoman Maura Polanski, for help. But the answers the trio find only point to more questions. Were the scandalous deaths of fifty years ago really an accident and a suicide? Or were they murder?
The nearer the women get to the truth, the more desperate someone becomes. Because some secrets are better off kept. Especially when they hit close to home!
So we have Leigh who has trouble keeping a job but is good at writing. And she finds an embalmed body – problem is that this man was supposed to have been buried a long time ago. So the question arises: why isn’t he in his grave?
And then it appears that he was never in his grave – so where was he kept? between his burial and now?
And then it seems the corpse is that of the old owner to her friend Cara’s house – a Paul Fischer – and Leigh’s curiosity gets the better of her.
In the cozy genre this is a fairly typical murder/mystery and light reading.