“I make a living by telling stories that other people invent… this job is called ‘literary slavery.’ Usually I write biographies, smooth out sharp edges until everything is perfect—which earned me a decent reputation. I even wrote my own book. And everything suits me… until I get the job of my dreams. A former senator and famous writer—my idol—Dorothy Gibson, after losing the election for president, went back home to Maine and invited me to come write her memoirs. This is a chance—one you can’t miss! The work goes the way it should, until one day Dorothy’s neighbor dies under mysterious circumstances. The writer is determined to find the murderer among her circle. After all, he’s unquestionably somewhere nearby. And when Dorothy Gibson asked whether I wanted to join the investigation of the murder, my only answer was: “Of course!” I was sure we would find the killer… only I didn’t know how many intrigues and secrets I’d have to uncover—and what it might turn into…”