Karen Hallam is a bit relieved when she hears that her sadistic husband David died in a fire down South--but since he was a professional arson-hunter, and had written her that he feared being murdered, it's all a bit too fishy to float. So off goes Karen to the scene of the crime--the home and real estate development project of David's half-brother Trevor in the Smokies--to find out whodunit. All of which is complicated by the facts that Karen has really loved not David but Trevor since childhood; that Trevor's wife Lori was having it on with David; that the child of the house saw something nasty in the woodshed; and that the woods are fuller of nuts than a Viennese torte. It slowly becomes clear, as people are getting bumped off and set afire right and left, that David not only hated Trevor but may have been doing something sinister about it. Fast-moving, unspectacular romantic suspense from an expert builder of card houses.