This is book two of The Winthorpe Mysteries.

William Luzadder is a weary man.  He is weary from his frustrations over a life that has forced him to come up the hard way.  He is weary from his own anger at his father, his mother, and his jet-set brother.  He is weary from the unresolved conflict that has steered his life.  Now they are all dead and William wants peace when there is no peace.  There’s no one left to whom he can say, “I’m sorry.”  Old wounds reopen when someone starts putting flowers on his mother’s grave.  She’s been gone for twenty years and there’s no one left in his life to do such a thing.  All that’s left is the self-made William, Alice, his submissive wife, a drab home in Kansas City and their nineteen sixty-seven Cadillac.  Oh—there’s also the money.  William is filthy rich. Enter the heroes.  Davis and Kitty Winthorpe are called upon to watch the grave, snoop around, ask questions and find out the truth about the unwelcome flowers.  Davis thinks this is an easy job—boring, but easy—then the killing starts.  One by one, all those who know about the flowers suffer tragic fates. The flowers, such strange little things, are Sterilitza heliconia, bird-of-paradise.  Davis and Kitty track this beautiful offering to the Hawaiian Islands and Kaua’i, the Garden Island, where the Winthorpes are marked as next to die.  What’s going on here?  Who’s behind this?  Well—that’s the mystery. This is the story of the ongoing romance of Davis and Kitty Winthorpe.  Yes, this is a romance, but the driving forces are tomfoolery, skullduggery and bloody murder.