I always knew I'd inherit Covett House. But the timing couldn't be worse.My divorce is still fresh. I'm not even forty. Quite. The last thing I need is pressure to step right into the life Nanna made for herself in Crescent Bay. What do I need with an 1888 Victorian mansion in a tiny northern California coastal town? I live by myself now.But I'm not alone here. There are those half-heard whispers in the night, the reappearance of Nanna's lost cat.... and then there's the murder.
