An innocent woman in jail. An arch nemesis. And an insecure and awkward sleuth who needs to pull her big pants up. Middle-aged amateur sleuth—life coach for accounting purposes—Photine Fortier finds herself reluctantly involved in a case going head-to-head with a crazy woman who thinks she’s Miss Marple. Too many sleuths in the kitchen make for a messy investigation. Insecure and awkward, not full of the fire that lit her up a month ago, Photine may have met her match. Is it time to look for a new career when she only just found this one? The Hanger Concourse, where coffee and suspects are abundant, keeps Photine fueled and on her toes. But when her disguise goes awry and things spiral out of control, she takes fight-or-flight seriously. And on top of that, after being divorced for not that long, she’s gotten the butterflies over a guy for the first time in her life. Romance was not on the agenda. She can’t decide which is more terrifying not finding a murderer of a guy who fell or falling for a guy. Making things worse might be more terrifying than all of it. As Photine's Mamaw would say, Lord rest her soul, "No slutty situations here, nor runnin' rampant with cussing and blessing." Well, maybe a little bit of blessing because this is the South. A well placed, "Bless your heart" to make a girl feel about as big as a speck of dirt is always included.