The Nightingale Trivet — Russell Mead

He was a pillar of the community... Wealthy and retired, Clarence Bell was the image of the virtuous civic leader, with impeccable credentials and a host of local admirers. Suddenly he was dead, his skull battered by a savage assailant. Just as suddenly, the once impeccable credentials were found to be laced with scandal and deceit. And the host of local admirers became a collection of very likely murderers.