Something to Hide — Patricia Robinson

THEY WERE SIMPLY MAD FOR CHARLESTON ...

So divinely quaint -- and nearly overnight it had become a tourist mecca, bringing the rich and chic who were buying up the old houses. Twenty-something Sage Eliot was feeling like a leftover from the nineteenth century, living in the crumbling family shrine and resolutely maintaining the gentility of the Old South.

However, this nouvelle gentrification was proving to be more menacing to Sage than just being out with the in-crowd. Someone was secretly searching her house. And what was it about the dark, brooding Roper Chalfont? Did Franny Barth take her own life -- or was she murdered? One thing Sage knew for sure: someone had something to hide.