Months after a near-fatal accident, private detective Jordan Lacey (Ring and Die, 2005, etc.) goes back to work, knowing too well that time may not heal all wounds.
Her nose is reset, her eyebrows have grown back, but Jordan Lacey still can’t feel lucky about surviving a freak accident in Medieval Hall, the pub where she and DI James were having a drink when a suit of armor came crashing down—not as long as James is in a hospital bed with a bone fragment in his spine paralyzing his beautiful body from the neck down. Still, Jordan has to eat, though her friend Mavis supplies her with all her favorites from Maeve’s Café and Miguel tempts her with delicacies from his Mexican restaurant. So she takes on two clients who couldn’t be further apart on the social spectrum. Arthur Spiddock hasn’t much in life but his vegetable garden on Topham Hill, his dog Nutty and some hens and rabbits that someone’s gone and stolen. Holly Broughton has a mansion, a Thai maid and a rich husband she’s recently been acquitted of trying to kill. But someone evidently doesn’t want Jordan to succeed, and if drugging her and bombing her don’t work, the killer may be desperate enough to do something dangerous.
Lacey serves each client, rich or poor, with grace and persistence, never losing her nerve, her sense of irony or her passion for James.
