Death Rides an Ill Wind — Kate Grilley

St. Chris was unbearably hot. There were no tourists, businesses were suffering, and it was the tropical storm season to boot. Then a pair of bad news beauties arrived. One was Leila Mae Turner -- the Southern belle bimbo who broke up my marriage. The other was Gilda -- a hurricane who could break up my house. That's when things started getting stickier than the weather....

When Gilda hit town, believe me, everybody knew it. She tore up the island a good bit, caused some heavy damage, and left without so much as an apology. She also left the dead body of a local homeless woman floating in the bay -- which is where all the fun began. Because something wasn't quite right about the way she died, and the more I found out, the less a very unpleasant somebody wanted me to know. Now, I have one chance to figure out who the murderer is before they make sure I get blown out to sea without a sail....