Nine Lives and Alibis (Witches of Willow Cove, #3)

Moss has standards.

As the resident familiar of Quill & Tide, Willow Cove’s most respectable seaside bookshop, he keeps the shelves supervised, the customers judged, and the mice under careful observation. His witch, Oona, handles the tea, the money, and the occasional human nonsense. It’s a perfectly civilized arrangement.

Until a woman dies next door.

Everyone in town is quick to call it a tragic accident, but Moss knows better. The scene smells wrong. The facts don’t line up. And his fur keeps glowing teal, which is never a sign that people are being honest.

Worse, the only creature who may have witnessed what really happened is Sebastian, an unbonded black familiar with terrible manners, no survival instincts, and an unfortunate habit of getting blamed for things he definitely didn’t do.

Now Moss has to protect his territory, tolerate a stray, decode a murder nobody believes happened, and figure out why Oona is suddenly keeping secrets of her own.

The tourists are irritating. The humans are oblivious. The killer is closer than anyone thinks.

And Moss would like it noted, for the record, that he is handling all of this with remarkable restraint.