My name is Kinsey Millhone. I’m thirty-two years old, twice married, no kids, currently unattached and likely to remain so given my disposition, which is cautious at best . . . Seventeen years had passed since Jean Timberlake’s body had been found at the foot of the sea wall. At the time, Bailey Fowler, an ex-boyfriend of hers, pleaded guilty to voluntary manslaughter. Now he’d changed his tune. Kinsey Millhone is called in to solve the case – then she stumbles on the dark secrets of a family’s buried past . . . ‘Kinsey Millhone is up there with the giants of the private eye genre . . . exhilarating stuff’ Times Literary Supplement