![]() Their black Scottish terrier lowered his ears even as he licked his whiskers and plopped down on the braided rag rug beneath Brody’s chair. Half past eight already? She whirled to her son, just finishing breakfast at the round kitchen table, and caught him sneaking bits of sausage to the dog.īrody, if ye give Wallace one more bite it’ll be oatmeal tomorrow! Paislee Shaw eyed the clock above the cooker as if Father Time were her mortal enemy. But as details of the death and the woman’s life begin to raise suspicions for Detective Inspector Zeffer, it’s Paislee who must untangle a murderous yarn. As if all that wasn't enough, Paislee discovers a young woman who she recently rehired to help in the shop dead in her flat, possibly from an overdose of her heart medicine. She’s been served an eviction notice, and her estranged and homeless grandfather has just been brought to her door by a disconcertingly handsome detective named Mack Zeffer. Lately, though, Paislee feels as if her life is unraveling. ![]() Having inherited a knack for knitting from her dear departed grandmother, Paislee also owns a specialty sweater shop called Cashmere Crush, where devoted local crafters gather weekly for her Knit and Sip. ![]() įor a twenty-eight-year-old single mum, Paislee has knit together a sensible life for herself, her ten-year-old son Brody, and Wallace, their black Scottish terrier. ![]() Known as the Brighton of the North, Nairn is both a charming Scottish town and a popular seaside resort-but to Paislee Shaw, it's simply home-unfortunately to a murderer. ![]()
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