
Big-city
accountant, Suzanne McTavish, left the fast lane and returned
to her roots in the sleepy logging town of Barkerville, Oregon,
where she now works preparing tax returns. A sexy redhead with
a nose for snooping, she finds herself embroiled in her clients’
lives. Her suspicious nature kicks into fourth gear when her
client, Margaret, arrives disheveled and bruised. Margaret insists
nothing is wrong, dumps her papers and shuffles off.
Later
that day, Suzanne turns amateur sleuth when the woman’s bank
accounts turn up empty. Before she can question her, eighty-year-old
Margaret turns up dead. Natural causes, says old Doc Spears.
No way, says Suzanne. She convinces authorities to autopsy,
but before results are in, she’s already rounded up a cast of
suspects.
Careers
are at stake. One of Suzanne’s five suspects is on to her, resulting
in a threatening phone call and an attempt to break into her
home which is thwarted by her huge Lab, Jefferson.
One
wild, rainy night, Suzanne dons her black raincoat and crumpled
Fedora, slips her .38 into her pocket and sneaks into Margaret’s
house to find her journal. From it, she learns shocking secrets
in her old schoolteacher’s past: infidelity, collusion, a trunk
containing a million dollars in gold coins, and a cold-blooded
murder twelve years in the past.
While
she’s up to her neck in tax clients, as well as tracking suspects,
Suzanne has problems of a different nature: two men vie for
her attentions. The town’s deputy is more interested in seduction.
What is it about him that Suzanne tries to remember?
No
Accounting for Murder has more twist and turns than Oregon’s
coast highway. You’ll be dizzy trying to trail the real killer.
ISBN:
1-4033-5359-X
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