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Mysticism turns to mystery when the fortune teller predicts her own murder. When the finger of suspicion points at someone close to me, I’m determined to clear their name by finding the real killer. Was the fortune teller’s tragic fate really in the cards, or did her secret identity and troubled past catch up with her? Were her psychic powers real or was she a crafty con artist? With a little help from my friends, I predict we can find the real killer before the wrong person takes the blame.

When the most hated man in Harmony Lake runs for mayor and turns up dead on election night, two of the people closest to me are suspects in his murder. But needling out the real culprit isn’t easy when everyone in town has a motive and an alibi. Someone has to dig deep into the lives of the residents of this tight-knit community and unravel their secrets. That someone is me. My name is Megan and I solve murders. People have a knack of dying where I happen to be, and evidence has a way of finding its way into my hands.

My name is Megan, and I have a knack for two things: discovering dead bodies and uncovering secrets. I don’t go looking for dead friends and neighbors. They just show up. Like when my best friend and I are on our way to lunch and stumble across Jill Plumb’s dead body. Jill’s death was no accident. It was murder. Untangling the mystery of her death unravels a string of secrets that were never meant to be revealed. One of these secrets cost Jill her life, but which one?

Sophie the corgi and I have a lot in common. We both love cookies, we’re both short and cute, we both adore our hand-knit sweaters, and we both want to find the person who killed her human caregiver Laura. When my neighbor Laura slips on the ice, breaks her leg, and requires surgery, I jump at the chance to look after her dog Sophie. A week later, when I take Sophie home to reunite her with her beloved human, the worst happens. We find Laura dead. As natural and peaceful as her death appears, something is off.

Agapanthus was kidnapped when she was only two years old, but she doesn't remember it. In fact, she doesn't remember her home planet at all. All she knows is Deeyae, the land of two suns; the land of great, red waters. Her foster-family cares for her, and at first that's enough. But, as she grows older, Agapanthus is bothered by the differences between them. As an Exchanger, she's frail and tall, not short and strong. And, even though she was raised Deeyan, she certainly isn't treated like one.

Karla Bell and I are not friends. We don’t even like each other. But when she gets tangled up in a murder investigation, I agree to help her stitch together the clues and find the real killer. I’m not doing it to help Karla. I’m doing it because if Karla goes down for a murder she didn’t commit, people I do care about will suffer, and the real killer will get away with murder. Karla isn’t easy to work with. She needles me with backhanded compliments and snarky wisecracks, until my patience is thinner than a strand of frayed yarn.

Kelly Hernandez is on the mend. After the loss of her girlfriend to a car accident, everyone expects her to be destroyed. The worst part is—she isn’t, and the guilt plagues her more each day. All she’s looking for is a little distraction, something to take her away from herself, even if it’s only for a spell.