Kate and her husband, Jeremy, generally enjoyed the Tenders' annual event. But this season something was gnawing away under the rosy surface like bitter rot.
Aunt Alice, the dear old girl, was really getting on--so forgetful. Had she really sprayed the trees with pesticides just before picking? And Betsy, her niece, so artfully coiffed, yet more desperately manipulative than ever. It was obvious that she was itching to get her hands on this place. Odd, too, were Wilf, Betsy's strangely detached husband; Sue, their mousy daughter-in-law; and gorgeous daughter Anna, home since the scandalous breakup of her marriage.
This year you couldn't even eat the apples off the trees--with the spray and all. But Anna's estranged husband obviously missed the warning. After popping in for an unexpected visit, he was found sprawled in the orchard with four discarded apple cores next to his lifeless body--poisoned like some noxious pest.
Any way you slice it, there's a rotten apple in Aunt Alice's orchard. And suddenly, the pick of the harvest could be a very clever killer.
This is #2 in A Verity Birdwood Mystery.
