What's Inside
The Minston estate was enormous: five floors, dozens of locked rooms, and hallways that seemed to go on forever. Somewhere in those walls, a woman had been murdered.
Wilbur Minston didn't trust the police. He trusted Momma Peach — which was either wisdom or desperation, considering the last time they'd met, she'd pushed him into a lake.
When Kelly Minston arrived at Momma Peach's Georgia bakery in the rain to beg for help, Momma Peach knew she shouldn't go back. She went anyway. Because someone was dead, and that mattered more than history.
The manor was everything Georgia wasn't — imposing, labyrinthine, designed to impress. Momma Peach critiqued the kitchen tilework the moment she walked in. And Wilbur, still very much in love with her, immediately began pursuing her through those endless hallways with everything his wheelchair could muster.
But somewhere behind those locked doors, a killer was hiding. Momma Peach had never met a door that could stop her yet.