Much the Johnston mixture as before (Fatal Affair, etc.), with smart, beautiful graphic-artist KateKiligrew, in the aftermath of car crash and broken romance, renting a house on tiny Camelot Island for solitude, painting, and recovery. Scarcely unpacked, Kate encounters appealing Martin Donnerly--there's instant attraction--and then learns that Martin has just finished a 12-year-old jail sentence for the murder, in her house, of his sluttish, gorgeous wife Donna Sue Welker. Kate believes his denial of the crime and nourishes the wan hope that the real killer can still be found. But there's no encouragement from bank-manager Vanessa Weyant (with other plans for Martin); local, politically ambitious publisher Chad Garner; smarmy police-chief Melvin Bosley; Donna Sue's redneck family, or Martin himself. Still, even the faintly supernatural vibes in the house and the threatening air of the Welkers can't stop our Kate from nosing around. Finally, due more to nuisance than deductive power, Kate confronts the killer. The supernatural, or reasonable facsimile, intervenes, and the predictable happy ending is at hand. Competent, readable, innocuous, and totally forgettable.