Granted, being murdered first thing in the morning would make anybody cranky, but when local contractor Max Wheeler meets his unnatural end, he takes it more personally than most.
Cranky ghosts, sticky-fingered vagabonds, and disappearing food keep the gossip wheel churning, but Noelle’s about to lose her mind.
Is it really too much to ask that people stop killing each other long enough for a witch to get some work done?
