The fifth book in the Casey Quinby Mystery Series. A month passed before I returned to my office in Barnstable Village. My first case as a PI turned into a murder investigation with me right in the middle. My old boss, Chuck Young, assured me my position as head investigative reporter for the Tribune was still open if I wanted to come back to the newspaper. I banished the thought. I walked over to my front window. People living on Cape Cod crave the sand and beach. For me, it's the view of the District Court to the left, Superior Court to the right and the District Attorney's Office straight across the street. The sudden knock on the front door startled me straight off the floor. The sun streamed through the window so brightly, I couldn't make out if the knocker was a man or a woman. I took a deep breath to calm my racing heart, walked over, unlocked and opened the door. "Can I help you?" He looked at me, then up at my shingle. "If you're Casey Quinby, Private Investigator, you can."