Ellison Russell is planning the event of the season—and she’s stressed. Why not yoga?
Because the yoga instructor gets murdered during class—and Ellison’s stress level rises exponentially. Now, in addition to raising a ridiculous amount of money, she’s babysitting a deranged cat (named after the devil himself), taking ten million phone calls (most of them from Mother), and finding more bodies (they’re popping up like dandelions after a spring rain).
There’s no such thing as balance when the killer makes it personal. Can Ellison catch a murderer or will her next namaste be her last?
Yoga class seemed like a good way to relax, but the death of the instructor proved that theory wrong.
As Ellison studies the clues, explores the connections between old cases, and also tries to collect donations for the upcoming gala, I was gripping the pages and trying to help solve the cases. As usual, the perpetrator is another unexpected one. 5 stars.