Zofia Smith was looking forward to a few things in May of 2005. Her birthday, fewer tourists as New Orleans hit the heat of the summer, books coming out from her favorite authors. She didn't expect a panicked phone call from her best employee saying he had found a body when he was supposed to be delivering a rare first edition.
While James swore up and down he'd never been to society matron Genevieve Monret's home in the Garden District, the police had enough circumstantial evidence to name him the prime suspect. Zo was repeatedly told to leave the investigation to the professionals, but how do you stop that when you're the one getting the results?