Desmond Fenn fell down a two-hundred-year-old staircase and did not get up. Nobody pushed him. Nobody else was in the building.It was still murder.
The Boston silver dealer came to Port Providence to take a Paul Revere service off a village that could not afford to keep it, and he was not gentle about it. When he is found at the foot of the Long Shed stairs with a lantern in one hand and a tankard in the other, the county rules it a fall.
The county is very nearly right. That is what makes it so hard to prove.
One thing at that scene does not fit. The building's own survey called the handrail unsafe — and when the police put their weight on it, it held.
Then the nor'easter closes in, the power goes at 9:52, and the roads out of the village are gone for thirty-six hours.
Penny Goodwyn takes the same cold off three separate thirty years of wanting, laid into them so thickly it aches. Her gift is telling her the exact truth.
It carries no name. No face. No voice. And she is about to turn a feeling into a person, say that person's name out loud in front of the whole village, and be wrong in a way she cannot take back.
Inside this book A death that really was an accident, and a killer who arranged one A psychometric gift that reads what a person felt, never who they were A closed one storm, no road out, thirty-six hours Five fair-play clues, placed in the open — solve it before Penny does An amateur sleuth who gets it publicly wrong and still has to live here No gore, no explicit content, and a slow burn that stays closed-door A basset hound who is never wrong, only read wrongSpecters and Silverware is the second full-length novel in The Port Providence Antique Mysteries. Every book solves its own murder. The village, the dog and the slow burn carry across all of them.
I'm an independent author in my early fifties who writes heartwarming paranormal cozy mysteries featuring fiercely independent women, clever fair-play puzzles, and loyal canine familiars. Drawing inspiration from my idyllic small-town life, I craft intricate whodunits where justice prevails and no animals are ever harmed. When not plotting red herrings, I volunteer at local animal rescues and perfect my snickerdoodle recipe.
The Autumn Festival in Port Providence is in full swing when a visiting silver dealer is found murdered. To make matters worse the town is cut off during a bad storm. Good cozy with plenty of interesting suspects and a Bassett hound with a nose for clues.