Grapes of Death (A Tangled Vines Mystery)
When Elise Beckett’s long-distance beau, Stuart, deals her a dream activity in natural horticulture examine, she’s torn among the potential for a life-time and her obligations at her family’s River Bend winery. yet earlier than Elise has time to make her choice, Uncle Edmond―the family’s money-loving and temper-toting black sheep―is came across useless on winery land. What appears an unintentional drowning proves to be homicide, and each Beckett, even Elise, is a suspect.
Sheriff’s Deputy Jackson Landry needs to seize Edmond’s killer, and Elise is set to assist him―whether he desires her to or no longer. Delving deeper into the secret, Jackson and Elise turn into tangled in a protracted vine of suspects and darkish secrets and techniques. Now a race is on for them to prevent the lethal plot prior to the assassin claims one other victim.
"The characters are bright, the plot is cleverly and coherently woven jointly, and the suspense builds as much as a hair-raising [ending]."―Publishers Weekly
whereas i used to be hoping Uncle Edmond’s loss of life used to be an unlucky twist of fate, it appeared much less most probably after really seeing the place and the way he was once chanced on. Too many questions, you know?” Jackson nodded. “We additionally now have an approximate time of death—on Monday, early night, among six and seven.” He pulled the stubs and markers out of his blouse pocket and waved them at her. “So I’ll ask you back. whilst and the place did you get these?” She had one other undesirable second as she labored to return up with anything.
Elise took a pair swigs after which smiled. “Thanks, Mrs. P.” The older girl frowned then and leaned at the counter. “Is every little thing very well out on the vineyard?” The tone in Mrs. Parker’s voice gave Elise pause. She re-capped her soda and slid it into her briefcase. “Of course,” she answered slowly. “Why do you ask?” “Oh, it’s most likely nothing,” she acknowledged with a shake of her head. “Small cities, you recognize. simply anything Avery stated final night.” “Oh? What was once that?” “Well, he ran.
may well discover first.” Elise smiled and patted his cheek. “Such a great boy.” “Bite me,” he acknowledged with a snigger. “You understand, for a relatives that prides itself on honesty and entire disclosure,” she started as she him into the lounge. “A few people were decidedly sneaky and tight-lipped lately.” He stopped in the course of the room and became to her. “If that’s a crack approximately me no longer telling a person approximately my assembly with Uncle Edmond, i may indicate that you’ve held onto.
Homicidal douche bag,” Elise informed his subconscious shape after a second. “’Cause allow me let you know, it felt amazing effective from this end.” Wanting to maintain her distance—just in case he used to be faking—she eyed him conscientiously as she stepped round his inert physique to retrieve the gun. “Is it over?” Henry requested. even though his voice used to be slightly audible, it held a be aware of uprising she needed to recognize. “Did you are taking that loopy bastard out?” When she was once convinced Stuart used to be now not a hazard, she moved to.
Your quickly thinking.” He gave her a wry smile. “Now come on, let’s get you home.” Twenty-Six That night after dinner, with the complete kinfolk amassed round the eating room desk, Elise gave an account of the afternoon’s occasions. She started with the outrageous tale of Stuart’s slow meltdown and the way it used to be tied to the scheme to thieve her hybridization method. She ended along with her good fortune find the golfing membership and her cockeyed plan to avoid wasting all of them. Abigail gave a bloodthirsty.