By C. A. Newsome
Artist Lia Anderson loves to commence on a daily basis with a visit to the Mount ethereal puppy Park along with her rescues. Then her boyfriend's physique turns up, bringing the eye of Detective Peter Dourson. Lia struggles with grief and her starting to be appeal to the good-looking detective whereas Dourson suspects all isn't really because it turns out with the tightly knit crew of park regulars. As Dourson's research uncovers well-kept secrets and techniques, a killer lurks within the guise of a chum.
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