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Hey, y'all-I’m Tucker Frye, pub mistress and transplanted Southerner, minding my bar and my business here in Iowa. Then my nephew, an undercover animal rights activist, was murdered right in my back yard. I’ve got the evidence that might prove who killed him and it might put that god-forsaken operation out of business. First I need to figure out who I can trust, and that might be tough because as my daddy always said, good men are harder to find than deviled eggs after a church picnic. But I think John Smalley might be a keeper, and Alan Dale, too. With their help, maybe I can make Fitz Agribusiness pay for my nephew’s death. Or maybe I’ll die trying …
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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
Hey, y'all-I’m Tucker Frye, pub mistress and transplanted Southerner, minding my bar and my business here in Iowa. Then my nephew, an undercover animal rights activist, was murdered right in my back yard. I’ve got the evidence that might prove who killed him and it might put that god-forsaken operation out of business. First I need to figure out who I can trust, and that might be tough because as my daddy always said, good men are harder to find than deviled eggs after a church picnic. But I think John Smalley might be a keeper, and Alan Dale, too. With their help, maybe I can make Fitz Agribusiness pay for my nephew’s death. Or maybe I’ll die trying …