Death Doesn't Drink Decaf (Carolina Crimes)

Nobody wants Death on their doorstep. Ask me how I know.

I'm Danica Death, and as the local tax collector, the only thing I bring to the residents of Palmetto Holler is grief, and possibly a follow-up to unpaid property taxes. I'm used to the cold shoulders and the iced tea that never gets offered. It's their loss, because I'm fabulous. Just ask Tempest, my opinionated crow.

When a dead man leaves behind a property full of secrets that's valued higher than it should be, I follow the paper tra...