The Indigo Tea Shop, Charleston’s favorite spot of tea, has just come out with its latest flavor: Gunpowder Green. Theodosia Browning cannot wait to hear its praises as it is unveiled at the annual yacht race. But when she hears the crack of an antique gun meant to end the race, a member of Charleston’s elite falls dead. Theodosia has a hunch that his demise was no accident—and will go out of her way to prove it. But if she doesn’t act fast, Theo will find herself in hot water with some boiling-mad Charlestonians—and more than a little gun-chai…
“Engages the audience from the start…Laura Childs provides the right combination between tidbits on tea and an amateur sleuth cozy that will send readers seeking a cup of Death By Darjeeling, the series previous novel.”—Midwest Book Review
“Dixon was known for his philanthropy?” asked Theodosia.
“And for being an all-around good guy,” replied Detective Tidwell. He smiled at her, then helped himself to an almond scone. “Lovely,” he muttered under his breath.
He’s not given me an ounce of useful information, thought Theodosia. She sighed. Conversations with Tidwell were always of the cat-and-mouse variety.
“You realize,” she began, “there is a long-standing feud between the Dixons and the Cantrells.” She watched him as her words sank in. He gave her nothing.
“The feud began back in the 1880s,” she said. “The heads of the two families fought a duel to the death.”
“Mm hmmm.” Tidwell took another bite from his pastry, but Theodosia knew she had his attention. She seized the moment.
“Do you know much about antique pistols?”
The Indigo Tea Shop, Charleston’s favorite spot of tea, has just come out with its latest flavor: Gunpowder Green. Theodosia Browning cannot wait to hear its praises as it is unveiled at the annual yacht race. But when she hears the crack of an antique gun meant to end the race, a member of Charleston’s elite falls dead. Theodosia has a hunch that his demise was no accident—and will go out of her way to prove it. But if she doesn’t act fast, Theo will find herself in hot water with some boiling-mad Charlestonians—and more than a little gun-chai…
“Engages the audience from the start…Laura Childs provides the right combination between tidbits on tea and an amateur sleuth cozy that will send readers seeking a cup of Death By Darjeeling, the series previous novel.”—Midwest Book Review
“Dixon was known for his philanthropy?” asked Theodosia.
“And for being an all-around good guy,” replied Detective Tidwell. He smiled at her, then helped himself to an almond scone. “Lovely,” he muttered under his breath.
He’s not given me an ounce of useful information, thought Theodosia. She sighed. Conversations with Tidwell were always of the cat-and-mouse variety.
“You realize,” she began, “there is a long-standing feud between the Dixons and the Cantrells.” She watched him as her words sank in. He gave her nothing.
“The feud began back in the 1880s,” she said. “The heads of the two families fought a duel to the death.”
“Mm hmmm.” Tidwell took another bite from his pastry, but Theodosia knew she had his attention. She seized the moment.
“Do you know much about antique pistols?”
