Old Buelah Henry is dead. Esther Flynn found her body sprawled out on the frozen snow. Everyone said it was an accident. Everyone, that is, but Mabel Wickles. There was no way Buelah would go outside when it was thirty below without a jacket and boots. She knows she is right too when she receives a threatening phone call. Will she be the next victim?
"I'm not sure when someone decides to become a writer. I was once asked why I started and I said, 'I was tired of reading so decided to start writing!' Some dream about it but never do it and others are foolish enough to try. I have always loved Daphne DuMaurier's quote: 'Writers should be read and not seen or heard.' I loved the thought of writing but having anonymity at the same time. I doubt that can be achieved in today's world. I write for the pleasure of writing and I share it because I hope others will find joy in reading it."