Another lobster potboiler by the Maine maven and author of some 39 novels. This time an ax murderer is loose in a small coastal town; lots of salty Down Eastern types are keeping their suspicious motives under kelp; the mackerel are running, the waves crashing, the fog rolling, etc., etc. Young Eden Winter, a lady of letters, has just finished her latest novel when intriguing material surfaces for a new book: the aging Esmond sisters return to their estate at Fox Point, setting the town on its ear. It seems that 60-some years ago the elder Esmond, Mary Ann, ran off to Paris with a local banker and a quarter of a million in embezzled funds. She's now widowed and a famous concert pianist, planning on spending her golden years with her younger sister, Emma, at the familial manse. But then author Eden stumbles upon their bloody corpses, and becomes confidante to just about every potential perpetrator, including: a deranged piano tuner; Nick Raintree, an outsider (from New Jersey) with dark good looks and one earring; and a battered teen-ager offered shelter by the Esmonds. However, one by one the whole crew comes up with alibis, and Eden finds that her best friend since grade school, Fiona Heriot, is inexplicably in possession of a small ceramic cat that belonged to the Esmonds--evidence that points eventually to the awful truth: that good old Fee has turned over a psychopathic leaf. The plot here has all the tension of a pile of uncoiled line, but, as usual, Ogilvie baits her hook with local color, and thus should haul in her regular catch of fans.