Samantha Bowers Mysteries

Samantha took a taxi from the SkyTrain terminal to Chinatown that blustery night. She was happy with the progress she’d made on her novel in the two weeks she’d been away. But the breakup with Don when she’d left had not gone well, and she cringed at the thought of having to deal with his temper again. Tired and soaked to the skin, Samantha climbed the stairs to her friend’s apartment. The door stood ajar, which was curious. Siobhan should have been at work. When Samantha peered in, she could just see the outline of two ominous figures skulking in the gloom.

Ben had promised to unplug this weekend - he would leave the Bach House Vineyards IT project at the office. Samantha showered in the glow of anticipation of this romantic getaway, oblivious to what awaited her. How could she know she would spend it alone? When Ben glanced at the wine and flowers on the passenger seat with his computer bag, he grinned to himself, knowing he would arrive at the cottage well before Sam with time to get the fireplace crackling and the chill off the sheets.

Until she saw the horror on Ben’s face, it hadn’t occurred to Samantha that a menacing murder of crows had congregated in this Attic Windows quilt. It gave her pause to examine it more closely, and what she discovered gave her chills. Who was this woman, L. Bennett, so tormented by suspicion she hid clues to her own murder in a quilt for her son, Nicky? Or was it a daughter? Was she murdered, or is she alive, steeped in paranoia?