Murder at the Fortune Teller's Table

Murder at the Fortune Teller's Table

by Janet Finsilver

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ISBN-13: 9781616509347
Publisher: Random House
Publication date: 03/14/2017
Series: Kelly Jackson Series , #3
Pages: 190
Sales rank: 498,939
Product dimensions: 5.50(w) x 8.50(h) x 0.44(d)

About the Author

Janet Finsilver is the USA Today bestselling author of the Kelly Jackson mystery series. She worked in education for many years as a teacher, a program administrator, and a workshop presenter. Janet majored in English and earned a master's degree in education.

Reba Buhr grew up in the Pacific Northwest and now lives in Los Angeles, working in theater, film, and television. She is a graduate of Occidental College. Reba began recording audiobooks in 2012 and has turned her love for performance into a passion for narrating characters that jump off the page.

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Murder at the Fortune Teller's Table


By Janet Finsilver

KENSINGTON PUBLISHING CORP.

Copyright © 2017 Janet Finsilver
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-61650-934-7


CHAPTER 1

I stepped out of my Jeep and stopped to marvel at the colorful Redwood Cove scene before me. Brightly hued banners rippled in the ocean breeze, and tables covered with multicolored cloths dotted the green lawn. Baked goods, jars of honey and jam, and an assortment of knitted scarves and hats filled the one nearest me. Groups of kids wearing school sweatshirts darted between groups of milling adults. In the distance, the Pacific Ocean glistened in the early-afternoon sun.

"Miss Kelly! Miss Kelly!" Tommy Rogers's frantic waving to get my attention made him look like he was doing jumping jacks. The electric company would make money if they could figure out a way to tap into the blond ten-year-old's boundless energy.

I headed toward him and his mother, Helen. A bit of gray graced her brown hair. "Glad you could make it," she said.

"The guests have all checked in. Redwood Cove Bed-and-Breakfast has a full house tonight," I said.

"The themed rooms you thought up have really attracted people."

"I'm glad Michael liked my idea and decided to give it a chance."

When I had proposed the plan to my boss, Michael Corrigan, owner of Resorts International, he'd raised an eyebrow, tilted his head, and said, "Sure. Let's do it and see what happens." I remembered my excitement. It was my first suggestion as the new manager for the property ... and the beginning of my new career.

"My cell phone works in town, so I left a note on the door if anyone has questions," I said.

"I'll leave in time to get the food and drink ready." Helen lived on site and worked at the inn as a general assistant as well as preparing breakfast and the evening wine and cheese for the guests.

A tall, thin woman with wavy gray hair falling to her waist and a perky yellow daisy tucked behind her ear approached us. Soft hues swirled together on her long, flowing skirt, and she wore an embroidered vest over a peasant blouse. She smiled at me and turned to Helen. "Have you seen Mary Rutledge? She's going to give me a break this afternoon at Auntie's table."

Helen pointed to a row of displays next to a stand of redwoods. "She and Gertie Plumber are at the last table."

"Thanks."

"Summer, I'd like you to meet Kelly Jackson. She recently moved here to run Redwood Cove Bed-and-Breakfast."

The woman's gaze was as warm as the season she was named after. Her soft hand reached out and clasped mine with a light touch. "Pleased to meet you. My name is Amy Winter, but everyone calls me Summer."

Her nickname and the serene look she gave me were a perfect fit, reminding me of long, lazy days during the summer.

"Welcome to Redwood Cove," she said. "It's nice to meet you."

"Same here."

Summer floated off.

"Miss Kelly, look at my sweatshirt. My class made the design," Tommy said.

A dark gray whale swam on a light blue background, a white spout of spray trailing it.

"Everyone loved watching the whales migrate and learning about them. We used ideas from our projects for our booth and class banner." Tommy grabbed his mom's hand, tugging. "Come see what my class did."

"Okay. Let's go," Helen said, and I followed along.

Tommy stopped in front of a table decorated in a marine theme, swarming with blue-shirted children as they showed their parents their class display. I admired the artwork, declined a whale-shaped cookie thrust in my direction in the hand of an excited fifth-grader, and then said my good-byes. I drifted down the row of tables as Tommy began to explain a project in extensive, accurate detail to his mother, as he was prone to do with his touch of Asperger's syndrome.

A couple of displays down, I stopped to look at a brown satin banner featuring images of Native Americans. Someone had even added beads to their outfits. My gaze scanned the group, and I saw the back of a girl with straight, blue-black hair standing next to a man with high cheekbones and light brown skin. I recognized Allie Stevens and her father, Daniel. Until recently, he'd been a handyman at the inn. Now he managed a sister property, the Ridley House, and we often worked together on orders and events.

Daniel spied me and waved. "Welcome to our annual fund-raiser and get-toknow-your-school event."

"You have quite the turnout."

"The community is very supportive. We're lucky to live here."

Allie pointed to the flag. "I helped design it, and the class all wanted me to put in one of my ancestors to represent my tribe."

"It's stunning, Allie."

She beamed, a far cry from the angry teenager I'd first heard about when I arrived at Redwood Cove.

I surveyed the event, which was popping with color and action. "I'm going to wander around a bit. I'll catch you later."

"Sure thing." Daniel turned and helped tack up a poster. Another person was standing on a chair, struggling to put the placard in place, an easy task for Daniel with his height.

I strolled between the displays, soaking in the sun, occasionally stopping to inhale the fresh salty air. I stepped over to a row of tall redwoods lining the edge of the function and watched the seagulls soaring overhead. They dipped, dove, and spun on thermal drafts ... a visual representation of my spirits. This was my new community, and I was thrilled at the smiling faces and outpouring of support I saw from the people of all ages before me.

Rejoining the crowd, I spied a couple of pairs of knit baby booties with rainbow designs. I ran my hand over their soft fabric. They'd be perfect for my sister's twins. Next to them, thick woolen scarves made me think of my brothers, and nearby hats brought images of Grandpa and Dad. A Wyoming cattle ranch in winter defined the word cold, and my family would appreciate these cozy items. A few booths down, I found handmade coasters made from wine corks. We opened the ranch to paying guests in the summer, and Mom could use these in their cabins.

I went looking for Mary and Gertie and found them, sun glinting off their silver hair, manning a table full of baked goods. Boxes of coconut-covered cookies and chocolate bars filled the area in front of Mary. Gertie had homemade loaves of a stout-looking bread. No surprise there. Mary loved her sweets, and Gertie's Pennsylvania Dutch background lent itself to hardy food.

"What do you think of our little gathering?" Mary asked, her round face lit with a smile.

"It's great. I've already started my Christmas shopping!" I held up the bag.

"Good-quality items, and the money helps the school," Gertie said. "I helped one class sew a quilt using scraps of leftover material. Maybe some of them will keep it up after this is over."

Two tan furry triangles appeared at the edge of the table next to Mary. They began to rise, revealing two large ears. The top of a brown head emerged, followed by two small dark eyes and a black nose. Then there was the jeweled collar. Rows of large pink crystals glittered in the sunlight.

"Princess, you need to stay in your carrier," Mary said.

Collar, head, and ears slowly sank out of sight.

I leaned over the table to get a better look at the dog — a little Chihuahua.

Mary reached over and petted the dog. "Good girl."

"Princess?" I hadn't seen her before.

Mary nodded. "My sister lived with me until recently, and Princess was her hearing-assistance dog. Princess is beginning to have some hearing problems herself, so she's now retired. We both raised her, and when my sister moved to Sacramento, Princess stayed with me."

"She's cute."

"Thanks." Mary glanced at her watch and turned to Gertie. "I need to go relieve Summer in about ten minutes. I said I'd help Auntie out so Summer could look around."

"Who's Auntie?" I asked.

"She's a Greek woman who has lived here for ages. Auntie tells fortunes, reading coffee grounds. It's a fascinating process. She also sells herbal remedies. Auntie used to be a midwife, but she no longer does that."

"Where's her table? I'd like to see how she does it." I wondered what the fortune teller would reveal about this next chapter in my life.

Mary gave me directions, and I headed out to discover my future. Auntie's table was off by itself, some distance away from the crowd. Summer and a pale man sat across from a woman in black, voluminous clothes, a cloth scarf on her head. She was staring into a small cup, and I could see her lips move.

Suddenly, Summer stood, and even at a distance, I heard her loud "No!" She turned to the man, who was now standing next to her, and grabbed his arm. She pulled him away from the table, and they headed in my direction.

The man put his arm around her shoulders as they walked by me. "Mom, it doesn't mean anything. It's coffee grounds and Auntie's active imagination."

Tears had pooled in Summer's eyes.

"You don't know." She shook her head from side to side and looked stunned. "The things I've seen come about."

"Mom, I have no dark secrets from the past that will be revealed," he said, his voice beginning to trail off as they moved away. "And no one is going to die."

CHAPTER 2

Dark secrets?

People dying?

I turned in the direction of the fortune teller. What had seemed like a fun lark had taken an ugly twist. Did I want to hear what she had to say about me? I was enjoying the beautiful day and was on top of the world with my job. What if she predicted problems? Failure? I'd struggled to find a place where I fit in, and this felt like it. I didn't want anything to mar the experience. I took a step back.

Mary came bubbling up beside me. "Oh, good. You're going to have your fortune told. It's fun!"

She swept me along with her, and the next thing I knew I found myself sitting at a table covered by a white crocheted tablecloth. Layers of black material covered the diminutive form across from me and rustled as she leaned forward. Folds of black formed a headdress atop a deeply lined face. Each wrinkle spoke of a story to be told.

"You would like to know your future, yes?" Her voice was reedy.

I nodded, but my heart was in my throat.

"I am Despina Manyotis. Here I am called Auntie." A smile creased her face. "In my country, we read the patterns in the grounds of Turkish coffee to predict the future. It's a very ancient practice. Some people call it tasseography." She shrugged her shoulders. "To me it's fortune telling."

Mary had been bustling around a one-burner stove a short way behind the fortune teller. "The coffee's about ready."

"My hands, you see ..." Auntie put her crooked hands on the delicate lace cloth. "I cannot handle the briki, the special pot for preparing the coffee, by myself anymore. Summer and Mary help me so I can continue to tell the future."

"It's done." Mary turned the burner off.

Auntie's gnarled hands pulled a white demitasse cup in front of her, and Mary filled it with hot, steaming coffee. "First you drink the coffee," Auntie said.

She pushed the cup over to me as Mary placed the long-handled, triangular-shaped copper pot on the table.

I took a sip of the dark, aromatic liquid. Auntie then nudged a plate of braided cookies in my direction. "These are koulourakia, made like in the old country."

Picking up a delicate braided treat, I nibbled on it. The buttery cookie melted in my mouth.

"You must drink from the same side of the cup for the entire process and leave a little in the bottom. With your last sip, make a wish."

I drank some more, then put the cup down with thoughts for a positive future. "Okay. There's just a little left."

"Now put the saucer on it upside-down, swirl it three times, and flip it over."

I did as instructed and managed to keep everything together when I upended it.

"Now it must rest for a short while." Her voice was a broken whisper, and I leaned forward to catch her words. "The grounds need to flow into their shapes."

She folded her hands and stared at the cup. After what seemed an eternity, Auntie carefully separated the cup and saucer. "The patterns — they tell of your past, present, and future. I see you are right-handed, so we start at the cup's handle and move from right to left."

She peered intently into the cup, moving it around, examining the sides and bottom. Then she inspected the saucer. Auntie nodded slowly.

I flinched each time she frowned, fidgeted when she stared fiercely into the cup and muttered, and cringed when she shouted "ha" a few times. Finally, she sat back. Her dark brown eyes looked at me from their creased folds. Her face transformed as a smile spread across it.

"You are like an eagle that has journeyed to find its aerie, the place it will call home. You landed, tucked in your wings, and have found your destination."

Whew! I almost fell off the chair with relief. Not that I believed in any of this stuff, but then again ...

Mary had stayed in the background but now stepped forward. "What do you think? Did you enjoy it?"

I did now that it was over and the future looked bright. "Absolutely. Thank you, Auntie."

The woman gave a slight nod, then the glow left her face. She looked off in the direction Summer and her son had gone and crossed herself. "I'm through for the day." She rose, slowly unbending each part of her body to stand. "Summer will take care of this for me." A sweeping wave took in the table and the equipment.

She picked up her cane, a polished piece of wood with a knob on the end. "So good to meet you." Slowly she made her way to a trail winding through the grass and shuffled off.

I took a deep breath, glad the strange scene was over and my future looked sunny. My shoulders dropped a couple of inches. I hadn't realized how tense I was.

Mary put the coffeepot back on the stove. "I'll tidy up a bit to help Summer."

"Are the other Silver Sentinels here?" I'd spent quite a bit of time with the crime-solving group of senior citizens of which Mary and Gertie were members. We'd even named the conference room at the inn after them, in honor of the last case they'd helped solve.

"The Professor is helping the logistics team."

A perfect match for his organizational talents.

She then laughed. "Ivan and Rudy have a table where they're teaching people how to tie elaborate rope knots like they use on their boat, Nadia. They have samples and instruction sheets people can purchase."

"I thought I heard the boom of Ivan's voice." I mentally saluted the Russian Doblinksy brothers for their clever contribution to the day.

Mary pointed toward the front of the event. Even at a distance, I could see Ivan's bulk over the crowd.

"Thanks. I'll stop by and see you before I go."

Ivan was bending over the display table. A black cap with an ornate brocade band controlled his shaggy mane of gray hair.

"Ivan, I like your hat," I said.

He straightened up. "Welcome, Miss Kelly. Is my dress Russian fisherman's hat. Wear for special days."

His brother, Rudy, came over and stood next to him. He was a slight man with a neatly trimmed beard. "Would you like to make one?" He gestured at the examples they'd created.

Rows of knots lined the table with name cards. I might be able to figure out the clove hitch, but the rest of them looked beyond me, especially the angler's loop. On the ranch, all I needed was a quick-release knot for tying the horses and a honda knot to make a lasso.

"I'll pass, but I think you have a really smart idea for the event."

Copies of instructions were in a neat pile, weighed down by an abalone shell.

A young boy appeared to have all the fingers of his left hand wrapped in white cord. "Grandpa, what's next?"

The man hovering over him said, "Slip this piece of rope forward."

The two continued working together until the child yelled, "I did it! I did it! Thank you, Grandpa. Let's do another one."

The elderly man's face brightened as he grabbed another piece of twine.

It was a pleasure watching the two interact and to have the boy interested in working with his hands. I saw way too many kids staring at electronic devices instead of engaging in the world around them.

In addition to the examples, the brothers had completed knots, directions, and strands of rope for sale. I bought an angler's loop, instructions, and several lengths of white cord to put in the Maritime Suite at the inn. The guests might have fun trying to create the knot.

I said good-bye to the brothers and went to touch base with Mary and Gertie. As I approached their table, Summer showed up. The now-wilted daisy dangled from her ear.

"Mary," she said, "I need the help of the Silver Sentinels. I don't know how much you charge, but I'll find a way to pay you." She'd put on a shawl and clutched it tightly around her, distorting the knit pattern.

"Oh, honey, we don't charge. It's a service we provide to the townspeople."

Summer pulled harder on the garment; the yarn tightened and looked like the strings of an instrument. I thought the material might snap. "How soon can we meet?"


(Continues...)

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BeagleGirl123 More than 1 year ago
Kelly Jackson and the Silver Sentinels are back in the third installment of the Kelly Jackson Mystery series (Murder at the Fortune Teller's Table by author Janet Finsilver)! With each consecutive book in this series, the reader becomes more involved with the small town (and very likable residents) of Redwood Cove....especially those living at Redwood Cove B&B (Helen, Tommy and Fred the basset hound) and the surrounding town including Daniel, Allie and the Silver Sentinels (Ivan, Rudy, the Professor, Mary and Gertie). We start off with 2 murders, most likely stemming from a decades old secret, and it's up to Kelly and the gang to find the culprit before someone else is harmed. The town is busy with the Wine and Flowers Festival, and Scott has moved in to take over Michael Corrigan's company retreat. The murderer really surprised me this time, which I always consider a bonus when reading a mystery. I highly recommend this book and I really hope that there's a fourth installment in this series! A+
GratefulGrandma More than 1 year ago
Author Janet Finsilver sets the scene for a pleasant cozy mystery that is heartwarming in a wonderful setting with fantastic characters. I enjoyed the first two books in the Kelly Jackson series, and this one was just as good. The main cast of characters are intelligent, fun, and easy to imagine as real-life friends. Kelly Jackson is the new manager of Redwood Bed & Breakfast. She is still learning about the various festivals in the area. At the latest festival she meets Despina (better known as Auntie) who reads patterns in coffee grounds. When Summer, a close friend of Auntie, gets news from her, she approaches the Silver Sentinels for assistance finding a man and woman who are the biological parents of her son. She says that it's a life or death matter. The Sentinels start investigating, and it quickly becomes clear someone doesn't like their queries. When the murders start, Auntie and Summer found poisoned, Kelly is threatened and Mary is attacked, they know they are on the right track. I love the small town setting in this series, and we got an even better look into the bed-and-breakfast that Kelly manages in this installment. Her friends, the Silver Sentinels, as they call themselves, are a great group and their distinct personalities work well together. There is a bit of a side story going on involving homeless people and service dogs that add another realistic aspect to the story. I was surprised at the ending, yet when you look back, there were clues there and it all fit. Remember, most murders are for love or money. A great cozy mystery that I recommend to any mystery lover.
ethel55 More than 1 year ago
Kelly Jackson returns in another story set in Redwood Cove. The Bed and Breakfast is set in what truly seems like a magical place, with beautiful views and the new themed rooms to entice newcomers. I like the older secondary characters as well, they are an intelligent bunch. I like the idea of the past mystery colliding with the present.
csrsvivr More than 1 year ago
What a truly delightful book. A murder….yes, but still some uplifting moments take place as well that pulls at your heart strings. Kelly Jackson is the Manager of the Redwood Cove B&B, and also a member of the “Silver Sentinels”. Deputy Sheriff Stanton has his hands full with a double murder, lunchtime break-ins and thefts, and the Silver Sentinels not having confidence in him. This book has lots of twists and turns. The team, “six degrees of separation”, really applies to this book. A MUST READ!
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Dollycas More than 1 year ago
Dollycas’s Thoughts I have been looking forward to this book since finishing up the last one. This time Kelly and the Silver Sentinels start out tracking down a couple people that were in the area back in the 60’s but when their “client” is found dead along with a local fortune teller they are quickly involved to prove the two woman have been murdered. It puts their sleuthing skills to the test and a couple of them in danger too. This ensemble cast led but Kelly Jackson, manager of the Redwood Cove B&B, is just fabulous. Their canine companions are icing the cake. Diverse and genuine they all mesh together using their strengths to their advantage to not only solve mysteries but to keep each other safe. I like that they stay in touch and work together with the local police. Their past experience shows they can trust each other and it is a little twist to the normal cozy where the protags investigate without the consent of the authorities. The new characters are very interesting too. This plot is complicated because there are a lot of suspects and everyone seems to be hiding something. A multitude of twists and a surprising ending had me positively glued to the pages. Ms. Finsilver adds a touch of romance to this story, is Kelly headed for a new relationship? I have enjoyed all three stories in this series and I am excited for number four. All can be read on their own but I suggest starting at the beginning.
KrisAnderson_TAR More than 1 year ago
Murder at the Fortune Teller’s Table by Janet Finsilver is third book in A Kelly Jackson Mystery series. Kelly Jackson is the manager of the Redwood Cove Bed-and-Breakfast in Redwood Cove, California. Kelly is attending the local school’s annual fundraiser (and get to know your school event). She notices a woman come away from the fortune teller’s booth very upset and leaning on the arm of her son. The woman Amy “Summer” Winter later approaches Kelly and asks for a meeting with the Silver Sentinels. At the meeting, Summer explains that she needs two people found that she has not seen since 1967. Summer is able provides the group with the names, Diane Morgan and Ken Nelsen, but no further usable information (not even why she is looking for them). With a little computer sleuthing, the group is able to give Summer current addresses of Diane and Ken. It turns out that Mark, Summer’s son, is not her biological child. Mark is ill and needs a donor. After Auntie, the Greek fortune teller, saw the evil eye and stated that someone will die, Summer felt the need to urgently contact Mark’s biological parents for assistance. Kelly arranges for Ken Nelsen, his family and Diane to get a free weekend at the B and B courtesy of an anonymous benefactor. Summer does not want them to know it is her until after they arrive. They just have to agree to a meeting with the benefactor. The next day Mary is attacked in her home, and it is blamed on the Lunch Thief that has been plaguing the area. But then Summer and Auntie (the fortune teller) are found dead in Auntie’s home. The Silver Sentinels do not agree with the police ruling on the cause of death and start seeking answers. The killer does not appreciate Kelly’s pursuit of answers and sets out to stop her. Murder at the Fortune Teller’s Table is an easy to read book that is nicely written. I like the characters, though, I wish there were not so many of them. I do admit that it is hard to keep track of all the various characters. There is Kelly, the Silver Sentinels, the staff of the Redwood Cove Bed and Breakfast, Helen’s son, the dog, plus others (from a sister B&B and townspeople). It was nice to see some growth in Kelly’s character at the end of the novel. I give Murder at the Fortune Teller’s Table 3.5 out of 5 stars. I thought the mystery was interesting, and I do not believe that all readers will be able to identify the perpetrator. I picked out the person I thought was the culprit and then read to see if I was right. The mystery has several suspects and any one of them could easily be the killer. Then there is the mystery of the Lunch Time thief. He only attacks homes during the week at lunch time. I did appreciate how everything was wrapped up in the end. There was one more storyline included in this book that I found captivating. It is how dogs are being trained to help veterans with PTSD. Michael Corrigan, owner of Resorts International, is setting up a facility to help veterans. It is amazing what dogs are capable of with a little training. There is also a dog (a Chihuahua) trained to help a hearing-impaired woman. While Murder at the Fortune Teller’s Table is the third book in the series, it can be read alone. All the necessary background information is provided. Each book in the series is better than the last (I liked this one better than the previous two). I will be reading the next book in A Kelly Jackson Mystery series.
Jarina More than 1 year ago
Murder at the Fortune Teller's Table is the third book in Janet Finsilver's Kelly Jackson Mystery series. Local resident Amy Winters approaches crime solving group the "Silver Sentinels" with the unusual request to help her track down two people she knew only briefly fifty years ago. When the group locates them, Amy asks Redwood Cove Bed and Breakfast manager Kelly Jackson to invite both to an all expenses paid weekend at the B & B. Before this weekend when Amy plans to tell all, she and a local mystical Greek fortune teller affectionately known as Auntie are found poisoned. At first it is thought to be accidental, that Auntie confused hemlock with another herb, brewing the fatal tea. But it soon becomes apparent that is not the case. As Kelly and the sentinels delve deeper, and as the wine and food festival blossoms at the Botanical Gardens, the killer makes moves to remove Kelly and her questioning ways. Will Kelly succeed in thwarting these attempts and unmask the killer? You must read to the very end to unravel this mystery. This is a good series, in beautifully described settings with interesting, sometimes quirky characters. I do recommend this book.
ArizonaJo More than 1 year ago
Murder at the Fortune Teller's Table by Janet Finsilver is the third installment in he Kelly Jackson mystery series and was another winner. I always looked forward to visiting Redwood Cove and the characters make me feel welcome every time I visit. There were a few new characters added this time that helped to weave more details into the story. The Silver Sentinels are all back and in rare form. How I would love to be a part of their group. They are all distinct characters but enjoy each others company as they work together to help their community. I may have even fallen a little bit in love with Michael Corrigan in this book as he plans were revealed for his community center in Redwood Cove. I sure this were real life and there were more people like him who would give so generously to the communities that their businesses were established in. A quickly paced plot, well developed characters, plenty of twists as many secondary characters add information and a beautiful setting that made me feel like Kelly (I had come home). The book plot was fresh and true to the characters as they have been introduced in the previous books and kept me turning the pages until the reveal. I am already eagerly anticipating the next book in this series. I voluntarily reviewed an Advance Reader Copy of this book from Lyrical Press via NetGalley. Thank you Lyrical Press for allowing me to read and review this book.
CozyMysteryLover1 More than 1 year ago
I've read the other books in the series and I have to say that this book is outstanding! When I saw the title I was intrigued and combined with the colorful book cover, this book just seemed to sparkle. Murder, secrets, families torn apart and an absolute tear jerker scene will leave you wanting more. The writer kept me guessing and the story flowed smoothly from beginning to end that I couldn't put it down. I can't wait to read the next one. I voluntarily read an ARC of this book provided by the publisher via NetGalley.