A garden coordinator dead in the rosemary.
A detective calling it an accident.
And a chef who knows plants don’t lie.
Six weeks without a murder. Fiona Firth thought she might finally get her quiet summer back.
Then she finds Clara Pemberton face-down in the rosemary beds at 7:58 on a Tuesday morning, and nothing about it looks like a fall.
The stems are broken in the wrong direction. Clara’s trowel is missing from her belt. And Clara’s notebook suggests she was closing in on someone who’d been stealing from the garden for months.
With her restaurant team at her side and her orange tabby cat Miso offering unsolicited opinions, Fiona follows a trail of coded notebooks, missing tools, and careful lies through a town full of people Clara was about to expose.
The killer is counting on the garden staying quiet.
But plants remember what they witness. And Fiona has learned to listen.
A garden coordinator dead in the rosemary.
A detective calling it an accident.
And a chef who knows plants don’t lie.
Six weeks without a murder. Fiona Firth thought she might finally get her quiet summer back.
Then she finds Clara Pemberton face-down in the rosemary beds at 7:58 on a Tuesday morning, and nothing about it looks like a fall.
The stems are broken in the wrong direction. Clara’s trowel is missing from her belt. And Clara’s notebook suggests she was closing in on someone who’d been stealing from the garden for months.
With her restaurant team at her side and her orange tabby cat Miso offering unsolicited opinions, Fiona follows a trail of coded notebooks, missing tools, and careful lies through a town full of people Clara was about to expose.
The killer is counting on the garden staying quiet.
But plants remember what they witness. And Fiona has learned to listen.