The art of needlecraft requires patience, discipline, and creativity. So, too, does the art of detection. Just ask Betsy Devonshire - who's learning that life in a small-town needlecraft shop can reveal an unexpected knack for knitting...and a hidden talent for unraveling crime.
When the historic Hopkins ferry was raised from the bottom of the lake, who would have thought they were literally raising the dead! But there it was - a skeleton - right before their eyes. Unfortunately, the evidence is slim and soggy. The boat sank in 1949, the victim on board was a woman, and near the body is a piece of unidentifiable lacelike fabric. Sounds like a job for Betsy Devonshire. Betsy knows there's more to this story than what's on the surface. And once she and patrons of her needlecraft shop start lending a hand, they're sure to stitch together the details of this unnerving mystery...
One of the things I dislike about many mysteries is how the sleuth does something really stupid and ends up in jeopardy and has to be saved from the killer; especially when they know whodunit and go to confront them anyway without any kind of backup. That's just completely stupid and unrealistic, in my opinion. Betsy, on the other hand, figured out who did it, collected the evidence and went straight to the police and let them arrest the killer. Now that's using your head for something besides a hat rack.
I'm currently reading Welcome, Chaos by Kate Wilhelm and will be starting the third needlecraft mystery tonight at work, A Stitch In Time.
This is cross-posted to katurian, mrebuff, bookreports.