Patricia B Leahey

Someone wants Police Chief Emilio Mendoza dead. And if his unknown assailant doesn't kill him, pining for Sheriff Abraham Beecham just might. Abe and Lio's thirty-year journey has taken them from heated rivals to best friends with countless labels and pit stops along the way. Romance is the only avenue left unexplored but not from lack of love or desire. Abe pushes people away before they can get too close, and Lio doesn't engage in situations he can't control. They've reached an impasse, and neither are willing to risk their friendship until fate intervenes.

Sharing lodging in the sleepy English village of Walmsley Parva has eased some of the financial strain on the two old school chums, but money is still tight in these years following the Great War. So when the local vicar - and pigeon-racing club president - approaches them with a private inquiry opportunity, the ladies accept. There's been a spot of bother: The treasurer has absconded with the club's funds and several prized birds. But when they visit the man's loft, they find their elusive quarry lying in white feathers and a pool of crimson blood - the only witnesses cooing mournfully.