Alexis Jordan is having a bad day. Her husband left her for the pool boy. She’s living in the hick town she thought she’d left behind forever over a decade ago. The rumor-mill is working overtime, and the entire town thinks she’s terminally ill, criminally insane and romantically involved with the contractor working on the fixer-upper she purchased in a swell neighborhood - two doors down from the meth lab.
Oh, and her mother expects her for a family barbecue.
When a local body shop goes up in flames and a corpse is found in the charred rubble, the prime suspects are Kevin, Alex’s brother, and Danny Salazar, the love of her life and the one who got away. A graphic designer by training and busybody by nature, Alex jumps in to “help” the police solve the mystery. With the aid of a felonious stranger who just might have his own motive for murder, a smart-aleck teenager and a tireless sense of humor, she races towards a discovery that is uglier than she imagined - one that causes her to rethink her beliefs about family, loyalty…even cats.
Struggling against the wicked summer heat, unreasonable design requirements, a house that’s falling apart and guests who just won’t leave, Alex begins to wonder if she’ll ever be Home Free.