Copper Racing

Tin Can Mystery #12

Doldrums. The dog days of a summer that hasn’t quite started yet, when everyone is cranky and no one knows why.

Well, a few people know why, and that number is about to explode. Because Thatcher Frye is all over the case like cling wrap on a gelatin mold.

Eva Malloy and her detective husband, Vaughn, have been warning Thatcher for years that he should exercise more caution in his nosing around. Not that they want him to avoid the truth, but rather they’d prefer he evaded grievous bodily harm in the process of rooting out the richly ulterior motives of those who camp on the outside edges of power.

Eva’s solution? Jump into the fray with both feet. And why not?

In the sweltering murkiness of the hottest summer on record, no one—least of all Eva—is turning on an oven.