The Florida Keys never forgets a face, a favor…or a felony.
Madison started her day as usual, making a to-do list. She hadn’t planned on her heavily armored SUV becoming a target for semi-automatic gunfire. The attackers—whose motives remain unclear—left empty-handed. The only casualties were her car, her nerves, and, regretfully, her coffee.
Creole, ever the romantic, promises that the trigger men—when they’re caught—will suffer a slow, satisfying death.
Madison’s the first to admit she’s encountered her share of sketchy characters, but she can’t think of anyone who’d want her dead. Except maybe a stranger who picked the wrong house to break into about a week ago, apparently hoping to surprise an old friend—Fabiana Merceau. The business end of Madison’s Glock coaxed out a name: Fleur Dubois. A woman who, security footage reveals, used a cloned key fob to get into The Compound, and disappeared right before the bullets started flying.
Genre: Cozy Mystery
Madison started her day as usual, making a to-do list. She hadn’t planned on her heavily armored SUV becoming a target for semi-automatic gunfire. The attackers—whose motives remain unclear—left empty-handed. The only casualties were her car, her nerves, and, regretfully, her coffee.
Creole, ever the romantic, promises that the trigger men—when they’re caught—will suffer a slow, satisfying death.
Madison’s the first to admit she’s encountered her share of sketchy characters, but she can’t think of anyone who’d want her dead. Except maybe a stranger who picked the wrong house to break into about a week ago, apparently hoping to surprise an old friend—Fabiana Merceau. The business end of Madison’s Glock coaxed out a name: Fleur Dubois. A woman who, security footage reveals, used a cloned key fob to get into The Compound, and disappeared right before the bullets started flying.
Genre: Cozy Mystery