Acton Manning

Amanda Turner's death is nothing if not unusual: a hanging with handwoven rope in the same colors as her freshly painted room. And on the menu before she allegedly killed herself, an artisanal prosciutto paired with wine, a lovely Friulano.

 

The scene fails to raise alarm bells for most of San Francisco Police Department’s suicide squad. Only Detective Daniel Winters believes the coroner is wrong: Amanda Turner did not end her own life.

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Dan literally has a nose for crime—the nose of a sommelier. He soon sniffs out another suspicious death, a fatal jump paired with the elements of a rich, red, Australian Coonawarra, followed days later by the third in this sudden spate of bizarre supposed suicides.

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Dan is convinced they're all connected. Chief is convinced that Magic Man, as he calls Dan, has nothing left up his sleeve—nothing at all. He's just finally and completely lost it. There's only one way to find out ...