The kitchen of Willow Creek Inn smells of yeast and ancient, buried secrets.
Jasper, my tabby, stares at the ceiling with wide, unblinking eyes.
My grandmother’s sourdough starter bubbles on the counter, pulsing with a life that isn’t its own.
A cooling donut whispers a name long thought forgotten: Clara.
The voice describes a silver ring, a limp, and a body discarded by the bridge.
Mr. Henderson paces in the room above, his steps heavy with an uneven, rhythmic drag.
I hold my breath in the darkened hallway, clutching the staircase railing until my knuckles turn white.
The door to the Rose Room stands ajar, revealing a man bathed in yellow light.
Is he just a guest, or the killer who never left our small town?
Why does he hold Clara’s ring in his palm?
And what happens when he finally turns around to look at me?
Genre: Cozy Mystery
Jasper, my tabby, stares at the ceiling with wide, unblinking eyes.
My grandmother’s sourdough starter bubbles on the counter, pulsing with a life that isn’t its own.
A cooling donut whispers a name long thought forgotten: Clara.
The voice describes a silver ring, a limp, and a body discarded by the bridge.
Mr. Henderson paces in the room above, his steps heavy with an uneven, rhythmic drag.
I hold my breath in the darkened hallway, clutching the staircase railing until my knuckles turn white.
The door to the Rose Room stands ajar, revealing a man bathed in yellow light.
Is he just a guest, or the killer who never left our small town?
Why does he hold Clara’s ring in his palm?
And what happens when he finally turns around to look at me?
Genre: Cozy Mystery
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