“Liz Adair . . . captures the mystery and splendor of the red rock country and modern spirit of the west. In a style similar to that of Tony Hillerman … she mixes a solid mystery with a modern western.” Meridian Magazine
Spider Latham finds himself at loose ends. No longer a deputy, he’s not sure where he fits in. Then an eminent scientist falls to his death from the cliffs above town. The circumstances are suspicious–and all those with a motive for murder are houseguests of the Latham’s.
It’s Deputy Sheriff Toby Flint’s case, but as everyone knows, Deputy Flint couldn’t detect his way out of a paper bag. Helping him, Spider finds himself up to his neck in conjectures and clues until someone knocks him out and dumps him into Peek-a-boo Canyon dudring a rainstorm. Then he’s up to his neck in water.
Feverishly working with Toby, Spider’s intent on unsnarling the mystery before someone–one of his houseguests?–makes another try on his life.
“Liz Adair . . . captures the mystery and splendor of the red rock country and modern spirit of the west. In a style similar to that of Tony Hillerman … she mixes a solid mystery with a modern western.” Meridian Magazine
Spider Latham finds himself at loose ends. No longer a deputy, he’s not sure where he fits in. Then an eminent scientist falls to his death from the cliffs above town. The circumstances are suspicious–and all those with a motive for murder are houseguests of the Latham’s.
It’s Deputy Sheriff Toby Flint’s case, but as everyone knows, Deputy Flint couldn’t detect his way out of a paper bag. Helping him, Spider finds himself up to his neck in conjectures and clues until someone knocks him out and dumps him into Peek-a-boo Canyon dudring a rainstorm. Then he’s up to his neck in water.
Feverishly working with Toby, Spider’s intent on unsnarling the mystery before someone–one of his houseguests?–makes another try on his life.