Junie Jones came home to Kettle Springs to start over, not to find a body at the county's biggest party. Her food truck, Thyme to Eat, is parked on the green for Founder's Day — teal and coral, her dog underfoot, the smell of her cooking finally pulling a crowd. Then a big-city food critic who's spent all weekend making enemies takes one bite too many, and the festival ends in sirens instead of fireworks.
The official word is "tragic accident." Junie's kitchen instincts say otherwise — and since the dead man sampled half the vendors on the square, every cook in town is suddenly a suspect, herself included. With a patient sheriff telling her to leave it be, a handsome farmer telling her to be careful, and her own reputation on the chopping block, Junie follows the one trail nobody else can the food. A warm, twisty small-town whodunit with no gore, no cliffhanger, and one of Junie's recipes at the back.