The Maestro Wore Mohair

Why do people keep dying in the mountain town of St. Germaine? It's hard to say, but as the police chief of the "Murder Capital of Western North Carolina," Hayden Konig has his work cut out for him. As a detective, Hayden is famous for solving crimes. As the organist at St. Barnabas Episcopal Church, he's renowned for his musical skills. As a crime novelist, he has no peer — no peer, and no discernible talent. Still, he is not deterred. With Raymond Chandler's old 1939 Underwood typewriter for inspiration, he continues to inflict his efforts upon whoever will read them.

— "Dirk cracked his knuckles, then moved in like an unwanted relative, not that unrelated uncle that used to live in the basement, but has now moved into the den and put up a bed sheet to define his space, but a worse one, like Dick Cheney or Marie Osmond." —

Autumn is drawing nigh, and when a skeleton turns up in the woods, it's all anyone is talking about. That is, until the Maestro and her minions come to town. Now there's another dead body, a thirty-year-old murder mystery, and all the usual suspects. Can Hayden, Nancy, and Dave figure it all out before another victim is found? Is there any doubt?

Hayden Konig's 13th mystery
It's not what you expect...
it's even funnier!