Nestled in the picturesque Catskills, the village of Lenape Hollow prepares to celebrate the 225th anniversary of its founding. Freelance book editor Mikki Lincoln has been drafted to update and correct the script, left over from the town's bicentennial, which is housed at the historical society. The building is being renovated for the first time since that last celebration. But when construction reveals a shocking discovery-human remains walled up in a fireplace-Mikki shifts focus from cold-reading to solving a cold case. Just as her investigation seems to have hit a brick wall, a new murder rattles the townspeople. Clearly, someone is hiding a few skeletons in the closet. Now Mikki will need to go off script to make a connection between the bicentennial bones and the current homicide. But if this book editor isn't careful, she may be the next one sentenced to death "--
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KAITLYN DUNNETT grew up in the Borscht Belt of New York State, otherwise known as the Sullivan County Catskills, the area she writes about in the Deadly Edits mysteries. These days, Kaitlyn lives in the mountains of western Maine with her husband and cats, and can be reached through her website at www.kaitlyndunnett.com.
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"Oh, no. You're not roping me into this."
Neither my best friend from high school nor my oldest enemy paid a bit of attention. The friend, Darlene Uberman, widened her big cornflower-blue eyes at me as if she couldn't believe what she was hearing. True to form, Ronnie North pursed her thin lips and glowered.
We were sharing a table in Harriet's, a popular café on North Main Street in Lenape Hollow, New York, the small, rural village where all three of us were born nearly seventy years ago. There is no Harriet. The place is owned and operated by Ada Patel, a New Jersey native who drifted into town a couple of years ago and set herself up in the business of dispensing coffee and pastries in the morning and soup and sandwich combos from noon until two. She also makes a mean French fry. I popped one into my mouth in a futile attempt to show that I was done talking about the project Darlene and Ronnie had lured me to Harriet's to discuss. It was Friday the thirteenth. I'm not normally a superstitious person, but I should have known better than to accept their invitation.
"C'mon, Mikki," Darlene wheedled. "You're the perfect person to tackle this."
"I already have a full-time job," I reminded her, "not to mention a cat who goes into a decline if I don't spend the majority of my free time at home."
Since late last year, I've been self-employed as a freelance editor ... a "book doctor" if you will. After I was widowed, although it had been some fifty years since I last lived in New York State, I moved back to my old home town in the foothills of the Catskill Mountains. Why? Because the house I grew up in came on the market. On impulse, perhaps overwhelmed by nostalgia, but more likely due to temporary insanity, since New York is an even more expensive state to retire to than Maine, I bought it. The next thing I knew I was faced with a host of necessary but pricey repairs and had to come up with a way to pay for them. Since my retirement income from decades of teaching junior high English wouldn't stretch that far, I set up shop as "Michelle Lincoln, The Write Right Wright."
My business is not a hobby that can be set aside at will. Even though the most pressing of the renovations were completed last fall, I still need the income to pay for upkeep and one or two additional home-improvement projects that can't be put off much longer.
"Where's your civic pride?" Everything about Ronnie — her tone of voice, her superior attitude, her narrowed eyes — was geared to taunt. "Don't you want the quasquibicentennial to be a success?"
"Did you practice saying that in front of a mirror?"
I was inordinately pleased to have a comeback, even if it wasn't exactly a zinger. In high school, when Ronnie was the bane of my existence, I had a tendency to shrink into myself or scuttle away rather than stand up to her bullying. An hour or two too late, I'd come up with the perfect response to whatever rude thing she'd said to me.
Quasquibicentennial? That's the name given to a 225th anniversary celebration, in this case the anniversary of the arrival of the first settlers in what is now the village of Lenape Hollow. I know how to pronounce the word inside my head, but I'm not about to attempt it out loud. It's right up there with Worcestershire sauce on my list of tongue twisters to avoid.
When Ronnie reached for her water glass and took a sip, looking miffed, I suspected I'd hit the nail on the head with that crack about the mirror. Right in character, I thought. It's all about image with Ronnie.
The contact lenses she wears to compensate for being nearsighted also brighten the color of rather plain brown eyes and it's glaringly obvious that she's had more than one facelift. She can afford it, which makes it hard to understand why she doesn't spring for a better dye job. Her hair, which at our age should be gray like mine or a fluffy white mop like Darlene's, is still the unrelieved black of her youth.
Each to their own, I guess. I choose to be proud of my age. I was never a great beauty, and five minutes after dressing in my best, my clothes tend to look like I've slept in them, but I lucked out in the gene pool. Although I was a brunette when I was younger, my hair is now that shade of gray that appears blond in some lights. Though I say it that shouldn't, it doesn't look half bad on me, and it complements my pale, relatively unlined skin and light blue eyes.
I let the silence stretch, concentrating on my grilled cheese sandwich. I chewed slowly, happy to let Ronnie stew. Yes, it was petty of me to enjoy having her at a disadvantage, but I didn't feel a bit guilty about it. She tormented me throughout my vulnerable teen years. She deserved a little payback.
Across the table from me, Darlene was struggling not to laugh. She knew exactly what I was thinking. She also knew that I wouldn't turn down their request just to spite Ronnie. It remained to be seen if my other objections would hold up.
To avoid locking eyes with either of them, I shifted my attention to what was going on around us. Inside the café, Ada was waiting on a foursome of local businessmen. A young woman sat alone in a corner reading a book. A middle-aged couple occupied one of the tables for two, engaged in an intense conversation. Delicious smells filled the air — the ever-present aroma of fresh ground coffee mingled with scents from all my favorite comfort foods. I try to eat sensibly. I do. But I have a weakness for homemade pastries and deep-fried potatoes and innumerable other things that are bad for me.
I'd finished my sandwich and my fries. To quell the impulse to order seconds, I concentrated on the view through the plate glass window beside me. Although it was a sunny and pleasant afternoon in mid-July, there wasn't much to see. The sidewalk was empty and even though Main Street is the main route through downtown Lenape Hollow, only a few vehicles passed by.
Directly across the street from Harriet's is the Lenape Hollow Police Station, a relatively new addition to the landscape. As I stared at the front entrance, Detective Jonathan Hazlett emerged and headed for his car. He glanced toward the café, recognized me at our table beside the window, and lifted a hand in greeting. I returned the wave and added a smile. How could I not? The man is seriously good-looking. If I were forty years younger ...
Squelching that thought, I turned back to my companions. Darlene, a frown emphasizing the lines chronic pain had etched in her face, was just polishing off her turkey club. Studiously ignoring me, Ronnie rummaged through her designer handbag.
I repressed a sigh. That dig about civic pride had stung. For months I'd been trying, bit by bit, to become more active in the life of the community. I wanted to do my part, but there were limits. I'd be a fool to let myself be talked into taking on more than I could reasonably manage.
"I'm willing to proofread and edit," I said, "but someone else will have to handle any rewrites."
"How hard can doing a few updates be?" Ronnie asked. "It isn't as if you have to create an entirely new script for the pageant. The one that was performed for the bicentennial just needs a little tweaking."
Hah! I'd heard similar logic in the past. It invariably meant Give up all your free time for the foreseeable future. True, I hadn't seen the actual text, but the mere fact that it dated from the early 1990s was enough to set off warning bells. Back then, the Internet was still a new phenomenon. Home computers existed, but they were oversize and expensive. Were there laptops? I wasn't sure, but I didn't think so. There were definitely no tablets or smartphones.
"Do you have a copy of the script with you?" I asked.
Ronnie and Darlene exchanged a look.
"There's only one," Darlene admitted. "It's kept in the archives at the historical society."
"Let me guess — typewritten?"
"Hey, it could be worse." Darlene's eyes twinkled, giving her the look of a mischievous elf. "This is the original, with black ink on nice white bond paper. You should be grateful it isn't a carbon copy or a photocopy or ..." She lowered her voice to a sepulchral whisper. "Mimeographed!"
I repressed a shudder.
Ronnie looked disgusted with both of us. "This isn't a joking matter, Darlene. We must move forward on this project without delay. We have a script, Mikki. It isn't as if you'd be starting from scratch."
And if I believe that, I bet you have a nice bridge in Brooklyn you'd like to sell me.
I kept this sarcastic response to myself. All I said aloud was, "Have either of you read it?"
"Gilbert — that's Gilbert Baxter, director of the historical society — summarized the content for us at last night's meeting of the board. Aside from a few instances where the text needs to be adjusted for political correctness, he didn't seem to think there was much that requires changing. History is history, after all."
"Political correctness," I repeated, feeling my heart sink to my toes. "That's the literary equivalent of a field full of land mines." And another excellent reason to decline the honor they wanted to bestow upon me.
Ronnie fiddled impatiently with the slim leather wallet she'd pulled out of her purse. "It's no big deal. Just a few places where references to savages and Indians should be changed to Native Americans."
"Oh, that's rich. Correct me if I'm wrong, but aren't all our high school teams still called the Indians?"
The logo is the profile of a chief in a war bonnet. Can you say stereotype? That portrayal isn't even accurate for this part of the country. As far as I know, the Lenni Lenape and other East Coast tribes never wore war bonnets.
"That's neither here nor there," Ronnie said in a snippy tone of voice. "What's important to remember is that the quasquibicentennial is Lenape Hollow's opportunity to take advantage of the resurgence of tourism in Sullivan County. The village board of trustees and the town council both support the decision of the board of directors of the historical society to produce the historical reenactment of our founding."
She went on, giving a little lecture on our duty to give back to the community and blah, blah, blah. I listened with only half an ear to this familiar refrain. Ever since Lenape Hollow lost its bid to become the site of Sullivan County's new casino, everyone and his brother has been coming up with schemes to lure some of the new crop of tourists our way. Once upon a time, resort hotels were the key to prosperity throughout the area, at least during the summer months. Lenape Hollow was desperate to bring back the good old days. They called it "revitalizing" the town.
"In addition to the pageant, there will be a parade and other events," Darlene chimed in when Ronnie paused for breath. "People will see that Lenape Hollow is coming back to life and that it's a good place to live, to work, to play —"
She broke off when I rolled my eyes at her. "Do you really think there's going to be much crossover between gamblers and history buffs?"
"Would it kill you to pay a visit to the archives and take a look at the manuscript?" Ronnie demanded.
"Maybe it really doesn't need much work," Darlene coaxed. "You can't tell until you take a look at it."
Ada chose that moment to bring our bill. Ronnie snatched it up, although she did so with a sour look on her face. After a quick review of the charges, she handed over a credit card.
"I couldn't help but overhear," Ada said. "You should do it, Mikki. Who else are they going to find who can whip a script into shape at this late date? The big day is less than a month away."
I glanced at Darlene for confirmation.
She shrugged. "August eleventh. We lucked out though. One of the other board members is the guy who directs the junior class play at the high school every year. He's volunteered to take over that end of things. He says he needs two weeks for rehearsals, so you'll have nearly that long to doctor the script."
"So, no pressure, right? Just drop everything and get busy?"
"Two days' work, max."
I didn't believe that for a minute, but I could feel myself weakening. Let's face it. It's nice to be needed, and I did want the quasquibicentennial to be a success.
"I'll think about it," I said, "but I'm not making any promises."
"I don't know what there is to think about. Either you're up to the task or you're not." Snatching her receipt from Ada, Ronnie got to her feet in such a flurry of movement that a whiff of her pungent perfume eddied my way.
I wrinkled my nose. I've never cared for Emeraude.
"We do need to have your decision soon," Darlene said in a tentative voice. "Tomorrow?"
Ronnie gave a disdainful sniff. "Your sister would already have convinced Mikki to agree. I don't know why I thought you would be any help."
With that parting shot, she left the café. In silence, Darlene and I watched through the window as she got into her obscenely expensive Rolls-Royce and drove away.
"I used to wonder why she didn't employ a chauffeur," Darlene said, "but then I remembered how much she likes to be in control. Put someone else in the driver's seat? Never!"
It was a nice stab at distraction, but I heard the unsteadiness in Darlene's voice.
"Why did she bring up your sister?"
"That was just Ronnie being Ronnie." But Darlene didn't meet my eyes. "She likes to issue challenges."
That much was certainly true. Ronnie wanted me to rise to the bait and prove I could handle the job. It followed that she'd try to motivate Darlene by turning this into a competition between her and her older sister.
I had almost forgotten that Darlene had a sister, and for the life of me I couldn't remember her name. I did recall that she was five or six years our senior and had been a cheerleader. When she was a senior and Darlene and I were still in junior high, she'd wanted nothing to do with either of us.
Darlene reached for her cane as she eased herself out of her chair. So far, this had been one of her good days. On the not-so-good days she used a walker. On the bad ones, she alternated between a wheelchair and a scooter. Near-crippling arthritis all too frequently drained her energy. It had forced her to take early retirement from her job as head librarian at the Lenape Hollow Memorial Library, but she'd refused to become housebound. She served with Ronnie on the historical society's board of directors and belonged to two or three other local groups as well.
I collected my shoulder bag from the empty chair on my side of the table, but I wasn't ready to let the subject drop. "If your sister is so devoted to the historical society, why isn't she working on this project?"
"Judy has moved on." Darlene's words were clipped. Briefly, she closed her eyes. When she opened them again, she sent me an apologetic look. "It's a long story, and not one I want to get into right now. Besides, I really need to head home. Who knows what trouble the puppy has gotten into since I've been gone?"
At the mention of this newest member of her family, she got a goofy pet-lover look on her face. Her longtime companion, an elderly schnauzer named Edmund, had gone to his reward a few months earlier. It had taken a while for Darlene and her husband, Frank, to talk themselves into adopting another dog, but ever since they'd taken the plunge, she'd been like a mom with a newborn. There were at least two dozen pictures of Simon on her phone, and she'd made me look at every one of them while we were waiting for Ronnie to join us at Harriet's.
"You really have to come by and be introduced," Darlene said as we left the café. "How about tomorrow morning?"
"I can see right through your devious plot, you know. The puppy is just an excuse to get me over to your house so you can badger me into tackling a full-scale revision of that manuscript."
"Maybe. Does nine work for you? I'll make one of my famous brown-sugar-topped coffee cakes."
My mouth was already watering but I waited until we reached her van to answer, standing by the open passenger-side window while she settled herself in the driver's seat. "Yes to the coffee cake and the dog."
"And the pageant?"
"That's still a maybe. Ask me again tomorrow."CHAPTER 2
Walking home from Harriet's, I took the scenic route. Nowhere in Lenape Hollow is all that far from anywhere else in the village, but the hills will kill you if you aren't in shape. I'm no spring chicken, but aside from my need to wear hearing aids and glasses, I don't have much that's wrong with me. Even so, I was winded and unflatteringly sweaty by the time I started up my short and blessedly flat driveway.
"Hey, Mikki!" my next-door neighbor called out as she trotted down her porch steps. With the athletic stride of a long-distance runner, she headed for the station wagon parked across the street, car keys at the ready.(Continues…)
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Clause & Effect is the second installment in A Deadly Edits Mystery series. It can be read as a standalone if you have not had time to read Crime & Punctuation. I like that Mikki Lincoln is a mature main character (70 years old). She is a retired English teacher who now lives in the home where she grew up with her cat, Calpurnia. I think the name of her proofreading and editing business is clever (The Write Right Wright). We learn a little more about her friend, Darlene Uberman and her frenemy, Ronnie North. Personally, I could do without Ronnie. She is an abrasive character (the traditional mean girl) who quickly got on my nerves. The endless sniping reminded me of high school girls instead of mature women. Mikki’s cousin, Luke shows up and we learn more about Mikki’s family tree. I enjoyed Mikki’s reminiscing about her childhood as it lets us get to know Mikki better. The two mysteries tied together nicely which provided multiple suspects and a red herring or two. There are clues to help the reader identify the evil doer before Mikki. Mikki’s questioning technique leaves a lot to be desired (blunt). She comes across as a busybody instead of amateur sleuth. Detective John Hazlett tells her multiple times to stop investigating, but he does appreciate the intel Mikki shares with him. Readers also learn more about the village and how it has changed over the last twenty-five years. I admit it is confusing that there is a town and a village with the same name. I did feel that the story lacked humor and the pacing was lethargic (action was sorely needed). The literary and grammar references that were sprinkled throughout Crime & Punctuation were missing in Clause & Effect. There are some language and grammar tips from Mikki at the end. Clause & Effect has a town celebration, two dead bodies, a crumbled fireplace, feuding sisters, a cat named Calpurnia, and one prying proofreader.
This is the 2nd book in the Deadly Edits mystery series. Mikki Lincoln is a free-lance editor and the village of Lenape Hollow where she lives. Mikki recently moved back to the town where she grew up in. She is working on editing the script of the village founding from the bicentennial, unfortunately the historical society building is being updated as well and a body is found in the fireplace walls. Now the editor is working on solving a cold case. Mikki was not in town when this murder happened but as she begins asking questions and stirring up trouble another murder occurs. This is a good solid cozy with an older sleuth (in her 60's) and was paced well. Recommend this series.
Mikki Lincoln gets dragged into helping with a pageant play with the historical society. Turns out that she has to do a lot of work on the play to get it ready. While at the historical society, there is a body found in the wall. Mikki is intrigued enough to get involved in figuring out who the body is and what happened to them. She becomes involved in tracking down events that happened 25 years ago and wading through old memories in her small hometown in upstate New York. I like how the heroine is an older lady which lets us remember that people are still smart and capable even when they get older. I thought the ancestry tidbits were interesting and amazing to think of having family in the same place for so many years. It made me a bit nostalgic.
Dollycas’s Thoughts Mikki Lincoln finds herself reluctantly tasked with editing and basically rewriting the script for the play the was performed 25 years ago at the town’s bicentennial celebration so it can be performed for the Quasquicentennial this year. The problem is the old script is kept at the historical society and can’t be checked out. Mikki is forced to work in the archives room while construction on the building continues so it can be completed before the celebration. While the contractor is working on the renovation one of the walls crumbles on top of him revealing an old fireplace. He has minor injuries but another body is found in the rubble. One that was murdered and closed up in the wall presumably during the last renovation before the bicentennial. Mikki can’t get the body out of her mind and finds herself spending more time trying to solve the cold case that her regular editing work or the Lenape Hollow founder’s day script. When a new murder is added to the mix, Mikki finds herself editing her time to do it all. She may be asking her last question, writing her last paragraph, final sentence, period, end of story, if she finds herself in the killer’s sights. I love that Mikki Lincoln is an older lead character, retired teacher, set in her ways, working so that she can live in the house she grew up in. She wears hearing aids that come in handy for some stealth eavesdropping. Mikki is smart, a great multitasker, with keen insight. All qualities that make her a great amateur sleuth. We also continue to meet the residents of Lenape Hollow. Ms. Dunnett does a wonderful job fleshing out her characters and connecting them to Mikki is a believable way. I enjoyed that a cold case connects to a new one. It allows readers to not only follow the clues but get to know about the village’s past. Much has changed in 25 years but many things remain the same. The mystery unfolds in a very intriguing and interesting way. There were plenty of twists and a wonderful moment when the last clue falls into place. I was so surprised when I realized where the story was leading. It is so much fun when that happens. The subplots tangled within the mystery were great too. I was really drawn by the character researching their family history. They have a big secret and they learn something they wouldn’t have found out if they hadn’t made the trip to Lenape Hollow. Another strong story for this series. Well-written, relatable characters, set in a place with a long history. An entertaining read! I hope to visit Mikki and her friends again soon.
I will admit, I definitely read this book based on the cover. I did not read the first book in this series but this one does work as a stand -alone. It's a traditional cozy mystery, rather slower paced up until the last few chapters. Mikki, having been suckered into doing some volunteer editing of the script for the town's historical pageant is at the historical society building when a body is uncovered during renovations. Mikki while digging through the town's past for the script also starts to dig through the victim's past causing some old wounds of towns people to be reopened.
Clause And Effects is the second book in the Deadly Edits Mystery series. I’m really enjoying visiting with residents of Lenape Hollow and especially Mikki Lincoln. Most all seem to be salt of the earth folks who watch out for each other. Mikki Lincoln, a 60-something retired English teacher has returned to her hometown and has bought the home she grew up in. The house needs updating and she decided to start a freelance book editing business to supplement her retirement income. The community wants to celebrate the 225th anniversary of its founding. Her best friend Darlene Uberman her high school nemesis, Ronnie North are able to convince her to rewrite the play that was used for the 200th celebration. The historical society won’t let her take the original play from the building and is provided some space on the second floor of the building as there are renovations going on the first floor. As Mikki is reading the original script, she hears a loud crash goes to see what has happened and finds that a wall that was built 25 years ago has come down. Once the dust settles, Charlie Katz the contractor working on the project discovers a body wrapped in plastic in the fireplace. Mikki doesn’t really have the time to learn who the body might be, but she can’t try and learn whose body was found. Hopefully, the identity of the body will soon be learned and the killer will be determined if the killer is still around. The story is well told and plotted proceeds at a good pace. This book has a cast of interesting and believable characters. Many of the characters from the first book are back once again. A new character is introduced in this book. The new character is Luke and he is a cousin of Mikki who she didn’t know anything about and is able to share some family history that Mikki was aware of. Hopefully, he will be back in future books so that we can learn more about him. I will be definitely watching for the next book in this series.
Series: Deadly Edits - Book 2 Author: Kaitlyn Dunnett Publisher: Kensington Books Clause & Effect by Kaitlyn Dunnett is the second book in the cozy book series “Deadly Edits, published by Kensington Books. This is fast becoming a favorite series. Only two books into this cozy book series and fans are already making it a must read. This book is articulate, edited well, and plot driven with great characters and beautiful settings. Mikki is what women of a certain age aspire to become. She is independent, hardworking, and enjoys spending time with her friends. She gets involved with community situations that aren’t always to her plan, but she does them never-the-less and does them better than anyone else could. She is smart, funny, and energetic. Other characters are equal to Mikki is strength and determination, even when they don’t like what is going on, they give it their all. They are loving and supportive of each other, while still retaining some of their high school rivalries and grudges. All-in-all they are wonderfully exciting and fun. Finding a body is not Mikki’s idea of fun, but she seems to attract them out of the woodwork, literally. A body that has been walled up for twenty-five years isn’t a pretty sight. It doesn’t take Mikki long to find out who the victim was but figuring out who the killer is tests her investigative abilities. When she finally figures it out, she almost becomes the next victim and has to play keep away with the killer. Thankfully, Mikki wins the game, banged up and bruised but intact. I genuinely love this cozy book series and Mikki. In Clause & Effect, just like in the last book keeps you guessing, has lots of action, and ends up making the reader happy with the outcome. Questions are posed, and answered, victims are abundant, and the killer comes off as a nice person, but in the end, is ruthless and single-minded. I am thrilled to have read this book and look forward to the next. A cozy book series that will entertain and make readers smile is always welcome on my bookshelves.
I received a free copy of CLAUSE & EFFECT (Deadly Edits Book 2) by Kaitlyn Dunnett in exchange for an honest review. Since the events of CRIME AND PUNCTUATION, Mikki Lincoln has continued to work as a freelance book editor to fund both her retirement and the repairs her childhood home. When the ladies of the historical society guilt Mikki into revising a play describing the town’s history in anticipation of Lenape Hollow’s 225th anniversary, Mikki finds herself in more trouble than just correcting factual inaccuracies, outdated style, and bad grammar. Mikki becomes embroiled in solving a historic murder where the victim disappeared without notice or comment by the community and where the killer still roams free. As Mikki zeroes in on the murderer, other townsfolk fall victim to the murderer. Can Mikki identify the killer before she becomes history, too? I enjoyed this story. I have been looking forward to this sequel since I read the first of the Deadly Edits book. I recommend this book and this series to fans of Kaitlyn Dunnett, senior citizen sleuths, and smalltown cozy mysteries involving writing, editing, plays, and history. #ClauseEffect #NetGalley
Mikki Lincoln bought her childhood home to spend her golden years where she started out. Little did she know she would be coerced into rewriting the town’s bicentennial play to accommodate their 225th anniversary. As Mikki is working at the local historical society during some construction, she is witness to a body being found as some repairs are being made. While the murder occurred while Mikki was gone from Lenape Hollow, she knows many of the main suspects and helps to identify the victim. Unfortunately, Mikki is curious and begins asking lots of questions and has quite a few potential suspects in her list. Eventually she gets too close and risks her own life when the killer strikes again 25 years later and Mikki is still asking questions. The second book in the series, though the first I have read, works well as a standalone, though you will definitely want to read the first book too. An enjoyable cozy with a sexagenarian main character that you can totally relate to, especially if you’re a grammarphile like Mikki and me.
If your looking for a good cozy mystery you have found one. I love that Mikki the main character is in her late 60’s building a new life in the town she grew up in. When it’s time to celebrate the 225th anniversary and brush of the bicentennial pageant script Mikki finds more then she bargained for. A great mystery and I only figured out who-done-it just before Mikki did. I definitely recommend this book! I was provided with an advanced reader copy in exchange for my honest review.
I liked the first book in this series and I liked this one. I appreciated the well written and likable cast of characters, the plot and the setting. The mystery was good and it kept me guessing. I look forward to reading the next installment in this series. Recommended! Many thanks to Kensington Books and Netgalley for this ARC, all opinions are mine.