By Charles Todd
Attempting to aid a lady in misery, global conflict I nurse and unintentional sleuth Bess Crawford learns that no reliable deed is going unpunished
while battlefield nurse Bess Crawford returns from France for a well-earned Christmas depart, she reveals a bruised and shivering girl huddled within the doorway of her London place of dwelling. the lady has nowhere to show, and propelled via a company feel of accountability, Bess takes her in.
as soon as inside of Bess's flat, the girl unearths quarrel together with her husband erupted into violence, but she desires to go back home--if Bess will opt for her to Sussex. knowing that the girl is being affected by a concussion, Bess offers up a couple of priceless days of depart to shuttle together with her. yet she quickly discovers that this can be a stable deed with unforeseeable consequences.
What Bess reveals at Vixen Hill is a home of mourning. The woman's kinfolk has accumulated for a memorial carrier for the elder son, who died of struggle wounds. Her husband, domestic on compassionate depart, is demanding, stricken by jealousy and his personal to blame conscience.
Then, while a houseguest is located useless, Bess herself turns into a chief suspect within the case. This homicide will lead her to a deadly quest in war-torn France, an unforeseen best friend, and a startling revelation that places her in jeopardy earlier than a vicious killer should be uncovered.
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