Sydney Simone’s definition of a bad day: walking into George Wellington, the man you thought you were going to marry’s house for dinner and finding him dead.
Sydney Simone’s definition of a worse day: being arrested for his murder.
Not about to spend the rest of her life wearing an orange prison jumpsuit (orange is so not her color), she decides her only option is to find the real murderer.
Ignoring the small problem that she was an accountant and not a cop or private investigator, Sydney Simone sets out to do exactly this.
Along the way she’ll co-opt one annoying cop, defang George Wellington (“the fifth’s, don’t you know”) dragon of a mother, avoid help from her Harley riding grandmother, moonshine brewing relatives, a grandfather who thinks he’s General Ulysses S. Grant, and a whole slew of aunts, uncles, and cousins all of who like nothing more than causing a ruckus. To her and everyone’s surprise Sydney Simone manages to uncover more goings on then anyone in as small a town as Promise Georgia would have thought possible all so that she can prove her innocence and reveal the real murderer.