Estate of Denial: A Midlife Paranormal Women's Fiction Cozy Mystery (Nettle Cove Book 2)

Eleven thousand objects. One murdered cataloguer. And a twelve-dollar iron key I held in my bare hand and put back down. At forty-eight I came home to Nettle Cove to sell my grandmother's antiques shop. Instead I inherited her gift, her cat, and her enemies. Now there's a parcel on my counter with Vi's voice inside it, and a warning I don't understand: the key must not be found. It's somewhere in Holloway House - a dead recluse's mansion stuffed with fifty years of every cursed thing on this coast - and I have three weeks to find it before the whole lot goes under the hammer. Then the cataloguer dies under a fallen display case. The town decides the house did it. And one small iron key goes missing from a room holding four hundred thousand dollars of jewelry nobody touched. I can hear what the dead leave in their belongings. What I cannot do, it turns out, is tell the difference between a woman I like and a woman with a motive. There's a coven who won't let me skip dinner, a sheriff who won't write down why she believes me, and a lawyer with ironed shirts I would rather not discuss. There is also a hot flash at the worst possible moment, because there always is. Somebody in that house is a murderer. Somebody else is something worse. And I am about to be wrong about both of them. A complete cozy paranormal mystery with no cliffhangers, a judgmental cat, and a heroine who's done apologizing.