The Inheritance To Die For

Some inheritances come with a welcome mat. This one came with seventy-six unmarked keys, a decapitated head, and a hooch tunnel full of crystal meth.
When Ella Brady returns to her small Indiana hometown after two decades in Arizona, she expects quiet fields, familiar faces, and maybe a chance to figure out what comes next. What she gets instead is a call from a silver-tongued solicitor named Josiah Baker, informing her that she and her cousin Annie have inherited the May estate — a breathtaking, century-old manse on a thousand private acres along the Wabash River — from a great-grand aunt most of the family barely spoke about.
The conditions are eccentric. The history is murky. And the secrets buried beneath the floorboards — and the limestone foundation — are anything but dead.
With her best friend India riding shotgun, a cast of sharp-tongued, bourbon-sipping women at her back, and her childhood sweetheart Sheriff Hardin McClain showing up at every inconvenient moment, Ella stumbles from one impossible discovery to the next. Hidden rooms. Prohibition-era liquor cellar stocked with rare whiskey and old family legends. A spiritualist’s secret sanctuary. A tunnel full of drugs. And enough dismembered remains to keep the state coroner — and India — absolutely delighted.
Someone is using the May estate for very dark purposes. And someone just fired a warning shot across Ella’s bow.