A Quiet Death
The most dangerous secrets are the ones no one believes
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Publisher Description
Franklin County, Tennessee. 1948.
Cassandra Cheshire has spent four months at her grandmother's farm shoveling out horse stalls and feeling sorry for herself — which, she'll tell you, is perfectly reasonable given that she lost her law career to her boss's nephew who couldn't get hired anywhere else.
She had planned to keep her head down indefinitely.
When Ezra Cahill — one of her grandmother's farmhands and practically family — is found shot dead against a fence post in the next town over, Cass is the one who tells the sheriff it isn't suicide before he's finished describing the wound. Right-handed man. Bullet on the left side.
She's not practicing law anymore. In Hawkins Cove that means her instincts count for nothing.
She's going to investigate anyway.
In Ezra's room she finds a notepad with a list of cities and names, and a map with red dots marking each one. He was tracking something before he died. So was the elderly family friend who turned up dead last month — ruled a suicide, accepted without question, mourned and forgotten.
His much-younger widow is already looking for her next husband.
As Cass follows the pattern, it stretches across state lines through dead men, vanished fortunes, and a woman who understands that charm is better cover than darkness ever was. Nobody wants to hear it. Not the law. Not the town. Not the man Cass has loved all her life — until the widow sets her sights on him too.
A Quiet Death is Southern Appalachian noir about postwar predation, small-town silence, and the cost of being the only woman willing to name what everyone else is too comfortable to see.
Some killers don't need darkness. They just need to be believed less than their victims.