Amateur sleuth Rose Trevelyan is visiting her dear old friend Dorothy Pengelly in Penzance. The pretty old cottage is too large for Dorothy since her husband died and her kids left home, but she would never move. Not now. It’s been her home her whole adult life and she intends to die in it.
Rose pulls her Mini into the driveway and there’s no ferocious barking from Dorothy’s two dogs. The front door is ajar.
Concerned, Rose heads to the kitchen and finds Dorothy lying on the floor, her head cradled in her son Martin’s lap.
Dorothy Pengelly is dead.
Rose tries to console Dorothy’s devastated son. But she’s having a hard time processing the scene herself.
What happened to dear old Dorothy?
Perhaps there’s a clue in the valuable paintings hanging in Dorothy’s home? Or something sinister behind the visit from a stranger earlier in the week. Rose will need help from her friends and Detective Jack Pearce to get justice for Dorothy.
Amateur sleuth Rose Trevelyan is visiting her dear old friend Dorothy Pengelly in Penzance. The pretty old cottage is too large for Dorothy since her husband died and her kids left home, but she would never move. Not now. It’s been her home her whole adult life and she intends to die in it.
Rose pulls her Mini into the driveway and there’s no ferocious barking from Dorothy’s two dogs. The front door is ajar.
Concerned, Rose heads to the kitchen and finds Dorothy lying on the floor, her head cradled in her son Martin’s lap.
Dorothy Pengelly is dead.
Rose tries to console Dorothy’s devastated son. But she’s having a hard time processing the scene herself.
What happened to dear old Dorothy?
Perhaps there’s a clue in the valuable paintings hanging in Dorothy’s home? Or something sinister behind the visit from a stranger earlier in the week. Rose will need help from her friends and Detective Jack Pearce to get justice for Dorothy.