
Frankie Rossi arrived in Thornwood with a simple plan.
Settle the odd estate of an uncle she’d never met and sell everything.
(Sure. Find a buyer for an orange trash truck with a four-foot buzzard on the side, the town’s landfill,
and a decrepit bar where the cocktails might have been served with alibis. How hard could that be?)
Then she found a body.
(Sigh... so much for the plan.)
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