A Bat in the Belfry (Home Repair is Homicide, Book 16) by Sarah Graves
By Sarah Graves
When it involves domestic fix, Jacobia “Jake” Tiptree is a fervent wielder of energy drills and paint brushes. And whilst catching criminals, she’s been recognized to actually carry down the hammer. but if a stunning homicide rocks the small city of Eastport, Maine, Jake could be the subsequent sufferer for whom the bell tolls.
it really is approximately nighttime whilst the big bell within the belfry of All religion Chapel—silent for decades—booms forth, startling unsleeping the full city of Eastport. Upon inspection of the steeple, the police discover the physique of neighborhood youngster Karen Hansen, who had climbed the belfry’s darkish, rickety stairs for a hour of darkness rendezvous. yet rather than the promise of a thrilling new existence, Karen meets her death.
in the meantime, as an epic nor’easter bears down at the idyllic island city, Jake Tiptree hurries to shore up her ramshackle outdated condo opposed to the large blow. An novice detective, she has sworn off chasing criminals. but if the scoop of Karen’s homicide spreads and masses of the proof issues to Jake’s likable houseguest, she and her sleuthing companion, Ellie White, get to work.
They realize an unforeseen best friend in newcomer Lizzie Snow, a lady from “away” who appeared to have blown into city with the nor’easter, and who additionally turns out to grasp much concerning the brain of a killer. Can Jake and Ellie belief her? As a killer roams unfastened and the townsfolk fight opposed to the pounding, screaming hurricane, the ensuing tempest of gossip and suspicion opponents whatever the Atlantic may perhaps brew up—and threatens to maintain Jake and Ellie from placing the ultimate nail during this cold-blooded case.
Complete with domestic fix Is murder fix tips!
BONUS: This version contains an excerpt from Sarah Graves's Winter on the Door.
Praise for A Bat within the Belfry
“Stylishly suspenseful.”—Milwaukee Journal Sentinel
“Nobody else can take a house fix undertaking and switch it right into a top quality secret the way in which Graves can. It’s a among the best story.”—RT booklet Reviews
“Graves does the Down East zone justice, nailing not just the scents, sounds, points of interest, and folks, however the tradition. . . . It doesn’t harm that she’s a rattling solid storyteller, in addition. [Her] prose is sharp, clever, and witty.”—Crimespree Magazine
Praise for Sarah Graves and the house fix Is Homicide series
“Graves’s logos are edgy, conventional mysteries peppered liberally with humor, and sprinkled with layered, well-written characters.”—Julia Spencer-Fleming, New York Times bestselling writer of One was once a Soldier
“Just listening to her record the methods you could kill your self solving up an outdated condo . . . is a hoot.”—The manhattan instances ebook Review
“What distinguishes the radical are its likable, no-nonsense protagonist-narrator, her references to domestic fix that the writer cleverly matches tongue-and-groove into the tale and, specifically, the unique descriptions of the town.”—Los Angeles Times
“Graves makes rehabbing shutters and different chores suspenseful.”—The Boston Globe
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