Snow is piling up in Westbury, Massachusetts, and Cam Flaherty's organic farm has managed to survive the harsh New England winter. Unfortunately murder seems to be the crop in season…
Cam is finding the New Year just as hectic as the old one. And supplying fresh ingredients for a dinner at the local assisted living facility seems like the least of her worriesuntil one of the elderly residents dies after eating some of her produce. Cantankerous Bev Montgomery had a lot of enemies, from an unscrupulous real estate developer who coveted her land to an aggrieved care provider fed up with her verbal abuse. As the suspects mount, a blizzard buries the crime scene under a blanket of snow, leaving Cam stranded in the dark with a killer who gives new meaning to the phrase "dead of winter."
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Edith Maxwell is a former farmer of a certified organic farm, holds a Ph.D. in Linguistics, and is a member of Sisters in Crime and Mystery Writers of America. An Agatha-nominated and Amazon-bestselling author, she also writes award-winning short crime fiction which has appeared in a number of juried anthologies. She lives with her beau and three cats in Massachusetts, where she's currently working on her next Local Foods mystery when she isn't out gardening.
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Farmed and Dangerous
By EDITH MAXWELL
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Cameron Flaherty sidestepped in surprise as a tall man with gleaming skin the color of dark-roasted coffee beans stormed into the institutional kitchen at Moran Manor Assisted Living, his deep brown eyes flashing.
"I'm going to kill that woman." He carried a tray holding the remnants of someone's lunch and slammed it onto the counter. A dark spot stained the front of his green caregiver's polo shirt. "Nothing I do satisfies her."
Cam had seen him in the halls of the residence, but he wasn't one of the caregivers who tended to her great-uncle, Albert St. Pierre. The man glanced around the kitchen, which was empty except for the two of them.
"Where's Rosemary?" he snapped.
"The cook?" Cam asked. If Rosemary was who he wanted to kill, this could get dicey. Cam took a couple of steps back, until she neared the doorway.
He nodded as if he doubted Cam's intelligence.
"I don't know. I'm looking for her, too." Cam would have thought the cook would be hard at work in mid-afternoon, prepping Saturday night dinner for a hundred-odd residents. A huge pot bubbled on the back of the stove, and the room carried the aroma of sauteed onions with an undertone of cleaning solution. Cam had arranged to provide her own organic vegetables for an upcoming dinner and needed to make the final arrangements with the chef, who seemed to be missing in action. "You have a problem with Rosemary?"
The door next to Cam swung open, nearly whacking her. She stuck out her hand at the last minute. "Whoa."
Ellie Kosloski sauntered into the room, her red Moran Manor polo shirt tucked into skinny jeans. "Oh, hey, Cam. Sorry about that." The slender ninth grader hadn't gained any weight since Cam met her last June, when Ellie had shown up to volunteer on Cam's farm, but her legs seemed to get longer every time Cam saw her.
"No problem," Cam said.
"Oscar, what's up?" Ellie said, catching sight of the man. "You don't look very happy."
He slapped his hand on the stainless-steel island. "She's been here only a month, and she's driving me nuts. It's no Happy New Year for me so far." He threw his large hands into the air.
Ellie frowned at the clatter but didn't recoil. "Mrs. Montgomery?"
Cam raised her eyebrows. Uh-oh. So Bev Montgomery was making trouble again.
He nodded. "I wish she'd never come here."
"What's she doing now?" Ellie asked.
"Well, for one thing, she's some kind of ethnophobe." He clenched and unclenched huge fists. "Telling me because I'm Eritrean, I can't do my job right."
"She has a history with that kind of opinion," Cam offered, staying safely near the exit. Bev, an old friend of Cam's great-uncle and late great-aunt, had been involved in an anti-immigrant militia group.
"Who are you?" The man frowned in her direction.
"Cameron Flaherty. I'm a local farmer. I'm supposed to be finalizing arrangements with Rosemary to provide some of my produce for tomorrow night's dinner."
"Cam's great-uncle is Mr. St. Pierre," Ellie said. "Cam, this is Oscar Zerezghi. He's a caregiver, and he helps the cook, too."
"Nice to meet you," Cam said, not sure if it was. He hadn't extended a hand, so she didn't, either, instead crossing her arms, her shoulder resting on a cool stainless-steel wall.
"Mr. St. Pierre seems like a decent guy. Unlike some of our residents." He turned on his heel and stalked out.
"Oscar's having a tough time." Ellie stuck her hands in her back pockets and leaned against the island.
"He's a professional. He should be used to it. Speaking of professionals, have you seen the cook? I need to talk to her." Cam eyed the boiling pot. Its aromas made her stomach growl. Where was the woman?
"No. Actually, that's why I came in here. The director was looking for Rosemary, too." Ellie pushed pale hair away from her face and resecured her ponytail. "Maybe she's off with her boyfriend somewhere. My friend Ray said she saw them outside kissing one time." She rolled her eyes after the manner of teens.
"That doesn't help me at all."
"So what's the dinner?" Ellie asked.
"I'm donating produce for the meal. It's kind of a trial balloon. If they like it, I hope to get a contract to supply the residence regularly next summer." Cam moved back into the room and tapped the counter, frowning. "Sounds like Bev giving up her farm and moving here haven't improved her attitude."
"She's still saying bad stuff about you, too."
"Me?" Cam sighed.
"The whole business about you, like, stealing her hens. You know, with the rescue chickens last fall."
"I thought we'd put all that behind us. Although she was sure upset at the time, when my volunteers rescued her neglected hens. But the health department was about to put them down." The birds were now healthy and were living in a new coop at Cam's farm tucked in the woods of Westbury, a semirural town north of Boston.
"I guess she's still mad," Ellie said.
"What are you doing here today, Ellie? I thought you worked as a server in the dining room only on weeknights."
"On Saturdays I, like, come in to take reading material around to the rooms and deliver meals. And I play cards with the residents. I'm the activities director's helper. It gives me more hours and doesn't interfere with school."
"Some of the people are totally interesting. Even the ones in the Neighborhood, you know, the residents with dementia and Alzheimer's." Ellie glanced at the big clock on the wall. "It's almost three o'clock. I have to get over to the community room to help out with the anagram game."
When Cam turned to go in search of the elusive Rosemary, she bumped her hip on the corner of the counter. Ouch. Such a klutz.
"You should have heard this guy Oscar, Uncle Albert." Cam stretched her legs out from her chair a few minutes later in Albert St. Pierre's homey room on the second floor. She hadn't been able to locate the cook and had finally given up. She cupped a mug in both hands, inhaling the peppermint tea he'd fixed her in his kitchenette.
"He is Beverly's care provider." Albert sat, as usual, in his recliner, with a red plaid lap blanket covering his own legs, or rather, his one complete leg and the other missing its foot. He'd offered Attic Hill Farm to Cam over a year ago, when the amputation forced his retirement from farming. "Oscar tends to get a little carried away in his reactions, I have heard. But I also know Beverly has been loudly unreasonable since she moved here." He grabbed a stack of books off the table at his elbow and dumped them on the floor. "You can set your tea here."
"It sounds like Bev might be going off the rails. She said he couldn't do his job right, because he's from Eritrea."
"I believe she is developing dementia." Albert raised his abundant snowy-white eyebrows. "And she's in the angry phase, as it starts out for so many."
"Maybe she simply misses her friends in the Patriotic Militia." Bev's involvement in the shadowy group last spring had caused headaches for several immigrants in the area.
"Perhaps. You know that I volunteer in the Neighborhood downstairs. I'm a little overfamiliar with the stages of dementia these days." He sighed. "Beverly is so angry, she doesn't even take her meals in the dining room with everyone else. She apparently complained about the other residents—didn't want to share a table with any of them—and they complained right back about her."
"So nothing has changed."
"No. Now, enough about that. It's January in Massachusetts. Tell me how winter farming is treating you."
Cam shrugged. "It's a struggle. You know how cold it's been, but so far the crops in the hoop house are surviving. I spread a floating row cover over them every night and uncover them in the morning. The cover raises the temperature a couple of degrees. And I have the air layer insulating the house, too."
"The house is covered with two layers of plastic, and an electric fan blows air between them. If we get a big snow, though ... Well, I hope the pipes and plastic won't collapse. I'd be out of business until April."
"I never tried to extend the season all the way through the winter, you know. You're brave to try, honey."
"Or stupid." Cam tapped her mug. "Did I tell you that I'm providing the produce for dinner here tomorrow night?"
"Excellent. Is the dinner a tryout for a summer contract?"
She nodded. "You're my marketing genius. You suggested doing exactly this last summer."
"I wasn't much of a genius when I ran the farm, but now I have time to come up with new ideas, don't you know?"
"I couldn't find the cook just now to arrange final details. I think we're all set, though."
"I'm sure it will be a success." Albert's pale blue eyes crinkled. He reached out and patted her hand.
"Can we get back to Bev for just a minute? I heard that Richard Broadhurst is going to buy her farm. Is that true? It'd be a great addition to his own farm since they abut. And I know he wanted to expand his orchard."
"I read about it in the paper. Don't believe the sale's been completed yet. And that daughter of hers, Ginger ... Somebody heard her trying to cut a deal to develop the land into housing."
"Oh? Is that what Bev wants?" Cam asked.
"You'd have to ask her," Albert said. He took a sip of his own tea and gazed out the window. Outside, fat snowflakes floated down like errant cotton puffs. He brought his gaze back to Cam. "Ginger Montgomery tried the same trick with my farm when she nosed out the news that I had plans to quit, you know, with my foot and all."
"What? She wanted to buy the land and build housing on it?"
He nodded. "Some fancy town house plan. I said I wasn't interested, but she pushed pretty hard. And when I heard you lost your programmer job in Cambridge, why, that's when I offered the farm to you."
"I'm glad you did. I think. Farming isn't easy, but I'd hate to see luxury condos on such a pretty piece of the hill."
"Happening all over town. Fertile farmland and woods disappearing into fancy kitchens and three-car garages for bankers and lawyers who work down to Boston. Ginger comes around here to play guitar on weekends. Acts like she's some kind of do-gooder." He shook his head, with a sorrowful look. "She's playing this afternoon, as a matter of fact."
They sat in silence for a moment. Cam gazed at his desk in the corner of the room. She snapped her fingers.
"I just remembered. While I'm here, I wanted to show you something on the farm's Web site, see how you like it."
"Computer's all fired up," Albert said. He reached for his crutches and transferred himself to the office chair at the desk. "That class they gave here last year really got me going on this computer stuff. And I should show you some pictures that I scanned in, of my dear Marie before we were married. Nineteen forty-nine, it was."
Cam pulled her chair to his side. She checked the time in the lower corner of the screen. She might be able to catch Ginger Montgomery's guitar gig downstairs when they were done here.
A teenage girl with bouncy black hair pushed a man in a wheelchair ahead of Cam in the main hallway of the residence twenty minutes later. A short woman with a long gray braid, hanging down over a turquoise quilted jacket, walked next to them.
"Felicity?" Cam called out. Felicity Slavin, one of the most avid locavores who subscribed to Cam's farm-share program, volunteered frequently on the farm.
Felicity turned with a smile. "Cam." She patted the polo-shirted arm of the young caregiver, signaling her to stop, and waited for Cam to catch up. "Have you met my father? He lives in the Neighborhood here."
"No, but I'd love to."
"Dad, this is Albert St. Pierre's great-niece, Cam Flaherty. She's the farmer I've been telling you about."
The man, in red suspenders over a striped shirt, smiled up at Cam. His smile extended to his watery blue eyes under a tweed Irish cap. He extended a quavering hand.
"I'm pleased to meet you, sir." Cam shook his hand with care. His skin felt like parchment, but he gripped her hand more firmly than she'd expected.
"Nicholas. I'm Nicholas, dear."
Strains of guitar chords drifted their way. Nicholas tapped his foot and beat his hand on his knee.
Felicity introduced the girl as Ray. "She helps out on weekends." Felicity nodded at the girl.
After Cam introduced herself, Ray said, "Mr. St. Pierre's niece? He's really nice."
"Are you going to the music?" Felicity asked Cam.
"I thought I'd check it out before I go home. Although I shouldn't stay long. Did you see that it started to snow?"
"Sure. It's January, Cam." Felicity smiled.
Cam lowered her voice. "How's Wes doing?"
Felicity let a breath out. "He's under house arrest, awaiting trial. How did such a smart man and such a sweet husband do something so stupid?" She lifted her chin and squared her petite shoulders, but Cam could still see bewilderment in her eyes. Wes, a tall, aging hippie who doted on his tiny wife, had indeed done something stupid last October and was now paying the price.
They arrived at the wide side doorway of the common room that opened off the front lobby of the residence. A slender woman perched on a stool at the front, one leg extended in front of her, one foot hooked on the stool's rung. Her outfit, green leather ankle boots, a calf-length suede skirt, and a green sweater, could have come straight out of a Talbots catalog. She strummed the guitar and encouraged the residents to sing along to "Oh My Darling, Clementine."
Felicity pushed her father to the end of the front row of chairs, while Cam stood near the doorway. Residents filled the row, mostly women, many white-haired and several with careful dye jobs. Most sang along and clapped. One woman, with a short cap of hair more dark than silver, took tiny stitches in a piece of cloth stretched over a ring, listening and tapping a sneaker-clad foot. A row of wheelchairs formed the second row. In two of them, a man and a woman sat side by side, holding hands. Next to them a man slumped over, his head listing to the side. Cam was glad to see he had a wheelchair seat belt strapped around him.
"Great singing, ladies and gentlemen." Ginger smiled and tossed her artfully tousled blond hair. "Now, how about 'The Yellow Rose of Texas' to brighten up this winter day?"
"What's with all the old-fogy songs?"
Cam glanced around for the source of the voice. Just as she'd thought. Bev Montgomery stood at the rear of the room. She leaned against a table, with her arms folded tightly across her chest. She didn't smile. Cam had never seen the former farmer in anything but work pants and a faded plaid flannel shirt. Now she wore new jeans and a fresh-looking plaid flannel shirt. The bangs and ends of her straight slate-gray hair appeared recently trimmed.
"You can't play anything newer than from nineteen thirty?" Bev continued in a snarl.
Ginger strained to complete her smile, and her eyes did not participate.
"What's wrong with 'The Yellow Rose of Texas'?" the woman doing the needlework chimed in. A few others nodded.
"I like that song," Nicholas added.
"We'll do 'Yellow Rose,' and then how about 'Charlie on the MTA'?" Ginger surveyed the room.
Bev rolled her eyes and pursed her lips but stayed where she stood. When her daughter began to play, Bev did not sing along.
Cam mustered her inner social being, never an easy task for her, and slid along the edges of the room to Bev's side. Cam greeted her in a low voice.
"How are you settling in?" She smiled with what she hoped was a welcoming look. She and Bev had had several conflicts in the past year, and Cam hoped they would cease now that Bev no longer needed to see Cam as the new competition on the block.
Bev snorted. "What do you care?"
"I thought you might like it here. Albert certainly does." Cam gestured around the room. "You know, find it an easier life. We both know how hard farming is."
"Well, I don't like living in a fishbowl with a bunch of old folks." Her voice rose. "And you're the one who put me out of business. Stole my customers and my hens, too. Don't go all friendly on me, Cameron Flaherty."
A man in a necktie, whom Albert had once introduced to Cam as Jim Cooper, the director of the facility, stood nearby. He frowned at them, and the woman with the needlework turned around and said, "Ssh."
"I'm sorry," Cam whispered. She grimaced and made her way back to the wide doorway.
Ginger didn't stop playing and singing, but she didn't look particularly happy about the outburst. She finished "The Yellow Rose of Texas" and launched into the MTA song. Nearly every resident joined in on the chorus of the famous tune. Some likely had lived in Boston during the time the song described. And then also after that, when the Scollay Square mentioned in the lyrics was bulldozed to make room for the Stalinesque Government Center, with its ugly concrete buildings and windswept wasteland of a plaza. Even Bev seemed to scowl less than usual during the popular tune.
When the song ended, Jim Cooper stepped, clapping, to the front of the room. He thanked Ginger for entertaining the residents. "And let's welcome her mother, Beverly Montgomery, our newest member here at Moran Manor. I know you'll all do what you can to make her feel at home in our cozy community."
Several of the residents clapped for a few seconds, but the applause didn't exactly deliver a roaring embrace, probably as a result of what Albert had mentioned about the dining room complaints.
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A fun read
I have never read or researched organic farming so a plot revolving around that subject was fascinating. I enjoyed the variety of characters, particularly of the elder senior citizans in this novel.
I grow my own fruits and vegetables but not to the point of selling them. Thought about it until I read this book. Gave me insight to just how difficult and time consuming it can be. This was my first book to read in the “Local Foods” series, and I will definitely be reading more. Complex relationships yet simple to follow story line.
4 stars This is the third in the series but first book that I have read. It was good suspense I was not sure who the murder was. I liked the characters. There was a sense of community. It was clean read too. Cam Flaherty is the main character. She is single. Now she is farming her Uncle's farm. She is trying to be organic farming. Even trying to have greens going all year long. Her boyfriend Pete Pete Pappas is dating Cam but when she becomes a murder suspect he has to draw back from dating her or even talking much to her. Pete is police detective for the state. Bev Montgomery is murdered at the care center. She was poisoned and Cam brought the produce for a special dinner so she have a chance to sale the care center vegetables this coming spring. It was interesting how she was doing some of the things like her worms, hoop garden and had shares where people had products come and get fresh produce. They were really into eating local some of the people. It makes you think about where your food comes from and what is sprayed on it. The setting is Westbury, Massachusetts in winter. I would like to read the first two books in the series. I was given this book by Net Galley and Kensington to read. In return I agreed to give a honest review of Farmed and Dangerous and be part of its blog tour.
Farming, and Murder, Don’t Slow Down in Winter I’m a city boy, and I freely admit it. As a result, I think of winter as a down time for farming when nothing happens and farmers just eat the fruits and vegetables of their labors. That’s not the case for Cameron Flaherty in Farmed and Dangerous. Not only is she trying to grow some crops, but she finds herself involved in her third murder in less than a year. Cam is hoping to get a contract to supply vegetables to Moran Manor, the local assisted living facility where her great-uncle now lives. Even though it is the off season, she is providing vegetables and some recipes as a trial this January. If everything goes well, she will be able to provide more on a regular basis once the real growing season begins. However, the night her produce is served, the unthinkable happens – one of the residents dies. Worse yet, it is Bev Montgomery, who Cam has had several run ins with since taking over her great-uncle’s farn a year ago. When the whispers begin that Cam poisoned Bev, it interrupts her budding romance with detective Pete Pappas. In an attempt to clear her name and salvage her relationship, Cam begins to dig into the mystery. Can she clear her reputation? The first 50 pages or so start a little slowly. However, once the murder happens, things really do pick up and I was instantly hooked on the story. From there forward, the time that Cam was spending on the work of the farm she also spent thinking about the clues and events and trying to piece together a solution. And, of course, she spends lots of time out searching for clues and talking to suspects. I got so caught up in the story that I had a hard time putting the book down and read just under half of it on a very enjoyable Sunday afternoon. The characters in this series are great, and they continue to grow here. I was thrilled with the developments in Cam’s love life. She still struggles with her tendency toward being an introvert, but I like that character trait because it’s something different in the series I read. The new characters introduced here are just as real as the ones we’ve gotten to know over several books. Author Edith Maxwell is part of the Wicked Cozy group blog. Fans of the blog will enjoy a couple of cameos by characters from her blog mate’s series. While our weather has been a little cooler than normal in Southern California for early June, this book is set in January in Massachusetts – the middle of winter. I found myself shivering a few times as I read the descriptions of winter weather. Okay, so it doesn’t take much to make me cold (I am a Southern California wimp), but I still think the descriptions were great without slowing the story down. And yes, there are recipes – three to be exact. If you don’t normally tend to read the recipes in the back of culinary mysteries, you’ll want to make an exception here since there is a good laugh hidden in one of them. Despite the slow start, Farmed and Dangerous grew into a fun read that I completely enjoyed. If you take the time to dig into this book, you’ll be richly rewarded. NOTE: I received an ARC of this book in exchange for my honest review.
FTC Disclosure: I received an advance e-copy of this book in exchange for an honest review. This was the first of Edith’s books that I had read. I’m always a little nervous when I sign up to review a book for an author for the first time, but once again I was lucky and the experience was a very positive one. I really enjoyed Farmed and Dangerous. I like the characters and I enjoyed learning about locavores and organic farming. And coincidently, I had just read about Cam’s hoop house when my husband told me he had been doing some research into doing that for the garden he wants to put in at our new house. Farmed and Dangerous is the third book in the Local Foods Mystery series, but I didn’t feel as though I had to have read the first two to keep up with the story. I’d like to go back and read the first two simply because I enjoyed this story and the characters so much. This is a good solid mystery that kept me engaged to the very end. Which was both a blessing and a curse. It was a blessing because it was such an enjoyable read, but a curse because it made it hard for me to concentrate on closing up the school library for the summer. I love it when a good book distracts me from getting the every day work. I especially liked Cam and her Uncle Albert. I’d like to read more about them. If you enjoy mysteries and have an interest in the local food culture (or even if you just love mysteries), then I recommend that you add this to your reading list. If my library were a public library and not an elementary school library, I would certainly purchase this for the collection.
Cameron Flaherty is a busy young lady. Between taking care of her organic vegetables farm, visiting Moran Manor Assisted Living, where her great uncle Albert resides, and trying to keep up with her police detective boyfriend, Pete, and I mustn't forget her small herd of farm animals. Cam is also trying to start up a farm share program. Everything is put on the back burner when Cam and friends try to solve a murder at the Manor. FTC Full Disclosure - A copy of this book was sent to me by the publisher in hopes I would review it. However, receiving the complimentary copy did not influence my review.
Great Series! This is a great book; this is the third book in the A Local Foods Mystery series by Edith Mazwell. This book can be read as a standalone, but you will want to go back and read the others like I did. Cam has had a rough winter and is worried that all of the snow will collapse her new greenhouse. If that happens then she will not be able to supply her fresh produce to the local assisted living facility. When an elderly resident dies from eating her produce it is not good. Even though she is dating the police detective doesn’t help that she is a suspect. If you are looking for a great mystery with humor that will leave you guessing until the end, then you need to read this book. I can’t wait to read the next book in this series. A Review copy was provided to me in exchange for a fair and honest review. The free book held no determination on my personal review.
What a Fun Read. I was lucky enough to have gotten a copy of this book through NetGalley in exchange for a review, which I am more than happy to provide. This is the third book in the series, and usually I don't like to jump into the middle of a series because more often than not you end up being completely lost, but I took a chance and I am very happy I did. Sure there were a few moments were I did not know some of the secondary characters, but overall it was not a problem. I loved the characters and the storyline, and all of a sudden I have a strong urge to farm or raise my own chickens. I had a hard time putting the book down and read way passed my bedtime. This might have been by first book by Edith Maxwell but it certainly won't be my last. I can't wait to see what will happen next, but in the meantime I will read the first 2 books in the series. Very entertaining, and it had me guessing until the end.
Farmed and Dangerous, a Local Foods Mystery, is the third entry in a series just keeps getting better and better. Cam is delightful as she struggles with surviving her first winter of organic farming and supplying the community-supported agriculture program (CSA). She’s still a software geek at heart, but that expertise comes in pretty handy in running her farm and trying to solve the mystery she has been thrown into. She is becoming more comfortable with the CSA members – except Bev Montgomery, no one is comfortable with her! – and feels at home with the locals. There is also a hint (or maybe more than a hint) of romance for her. The recurring supporting characters continue to develop and make us care what happens to them. The winter scenes were so realistic I was cold just reading them. The organic farming information is fascinating as always, and Edith Maxwell sneaks those facts in in such a way that you don’t even realize you are learning. The recipes – try them! Every time I read a description of meal in the book I wanted to stop reading and try it. Delicious food. I received an ARC from the author but a review was not expected. This is a great series and I would recommend it. You can read Farmed and Dangerous as a stand-alone but even better, go back to the beginning and see how Cam began on the farm.
Farmed and Dangerous by Edith Maxwell is the third book in the Local Foods Mystery series. Cameron Flaherty is running Attic Hill Farm (took it over from her Uncle Albert) and trying to make a go of it during the winter. She has established hoop houses and is growing greens in them for her customers. Cameron has a chance to get a contract with Moran Manor to provide produce during the summer. Cameron’s Uncle Albert lives at Moran Manor and Cameron visits him frequently. Cameron is on a date with Detective Pete Pappas when he gets called to a death at Moran Manor. Beverly Montgomery is dead (Cameron has had problems with her in the past when Beverly still lived at her farm). Beverly was not a popular person. She frequently rubbed people the wrong way especially her caregiver, Oscar. Her daughter, Ginger, wanted the farm for real estate development, but Beverly wanted it to be kept a farm. In order for Pete to investigate the case, he has to distance himself from Cameron (her food might have poisoned Beverly). The next day Miss Lacey, who also lives at Moran Manor, dies. What is going on? Cameron sets out to solve the case and clear her name. She cannot afford to have her name nor the farm’s associated with these deaths. When Uncle Albert is found on the floor in his room with a head wound, Cameron is determined to get answers. I was thoroughly delighted with Farmed and Dangerous. Another great addition to the Local Foods Mystery series. I give Farmed and Dangerous 5 out of 5 stars. Farmed and Dangerous had great characters, a good mystery with twists, interesting information about growing vegetables and herbs in winter, and a little romance. What more can a reader ask for in a cozy mystery! Farmed and Dangerous can easily be read without reading the first two books in the series. I received a complimentary copy of Farmed and Dangerous by NetGalley in exchange for an honest review. The review and opinions expressed are strictly my own.