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The mystery is a dandy too - Jeff has bought the contents of an old woman's house from a struggling neighbor for a flat fee - it's up to him to go in the house and excavate the treasure. The old woman, an apparent pack rat who never met a dust rag, is the stuff of an antique picker's dream (she even has some old books, which made me salivate). As Jeff goes through her living room he decides the rug is a valuable one, but as he rolls it up, he finds a blood stain. Formerly an FBI agent, this isn't something he can let slide, and the old woman's previously "normal" death is reexamined and found to be murder. Jeff has to give up the stuff he's taken out as evidence, but one thing he keeps back is a marriage casket (box to you) that's filled with letters from WWII - letters from a dead son to his mother; his mother being the owner of the house Jeff is excavating. Morgan makes this all look easy as she juggles a relationship for Karen, Sheila's excursions downstairs, a cooking mishap, a (somehow) believable butler, and the resentment of another local picker towards Jeff. As the novel draws to its skillful denouement, Morgan has more than laid the groundwork for her surprise ending, and she left me looking forward to her next novel, Four on the Floor, to find out what happens next. ![]() To browse more reviews, use the navigation links at the top of the page. |