Death at the Harbor Bookshop

Everyone in Port Agnes knew Gerald Fenwick. Someone knew him well enough to kill him.Marian Holloway has run Tidewater Books on the harbor for eleven years, the last three of them alone, with a retired librarian who refuses to retire and an orange cat who refuses to leave. She knows every customer, every secret, and exactly where the spare key hangs.So when the town's richest man asks to borrow her stockroom for a private meeting after an author event, and is found at the bottom of the cellar stairs the next morning, Marian notices what the sheriff won't: a sober man who smells of sherry, a pair of reading glasses folded neatly in his pocket, and a page torn from her own ledger.The sheriff says accident. The town says the lobsterman did it, or the preservationist, or the memoirist he threatened to sue. Marian says nothing, and starts asking questions.In a town where everyone trusts everyone, the most dangerous person is the one nobody ever looks at.A warm, clever cozy mystery for readers who love small coastal towns, bookshops, and a sleuth who notices everything. No gore, no bad language, and a cat with opinions. First in the Port Agnes Mysteries.