When the dish is to die for. Literally.

When Cora Croft—pillar of the community—drops dead at the neighborhood block party, Myrtle's casserole is exhibit A. Which sadly makes Myrtle a forensic point of interest instead of a detective.

But Myrtle Clover has survived 80-odd years in Bradley, NC, and she has no intention of letting that distinction stand. Cora may have been beloved—her name is on half the plaques in town—but the more Myrtle digs, the more she finds a woman who spent decades collecting other people's contributions along with her accolades. Somebody at that potluck decided it was time to collect something back.

Now Myrtle's juggling a Bugle article, a neighbor armed with photographs of gnome-related property damage, her son Red's increasingly strained patience, and a suspect list long enough to fill the buffet table. Half the town is weighing in on her casserole with entirely too much sympathy and not nearly enough surprise. And somewhere in Bradley, a killer is watching to see how close she gets.

Myrtle has exactly the kind of puzzle she lives for. She just needs to convince everyone she's solving it—not responsible for it.