After solving her first big murder case in the small town of Celosia, North Carolina, Madeline Maclin hopes at last to be taken seriously as a private investigator. She's opened an office in the home of her best friend Jerry Fairweather, a man haunted by his past who enjoys running harmless scams...
"On this nice July morning in Parkland, North Carolina, the office of Madeline Maclin Investigations might as well have been an Egyptian tomb: hot, dusty, and dead." It doesn't help that her landlord Reid Kent, does a brisk businessand briskly hits on Mac to rejoin his agency. He maintains no one...
I stared at my phone, willing it to ring. A lost dog, a missing tooth, misplaced car keys—anything. On this nice July morning in Parkland, North Carolina, the office of Madeline Maclin Investigations might as well have been an Egyptian tomb: hot, dusty, and dead. I flipped through the desk calend...
I wore a more conservative black skirt and red blouse. I had a chance to speak to several teachers before the meeting. All of them were sorry such an incident had happened during the school day, but not one expressed any deep regret that Amelia Lever had died. During the b...
Camden went over to speak to Ellin, and I went in search of Dirk Kirk. He was easy to find. He’d cornered some hapless stagehand and was making him pick a card. “Here, I’ll pick one,” I said. Relieved, the stagehand fled, and Dirk fanned out the gaudy deck. A few cards flu...
I called Nell to ask about repairing my office window and then spent an unsuccessful hour searching through all the Thomas Rileys and Ryan Hendersons, and then decided to call Flora. I wanted to give her an update on the case, and if confronted, maybe she’d tell me which Thomas and which Ryan I n...