Bundle of Trouble SPECIAL EDITION * Signed by the Author

This is a pre-order special edition. Special Editions will print by July 15, 2025. Once printed shipping will take 3-5 days in the U.S. Currently, the special edition is only available in the U.S.

The only thing harder than solving a murder...giving birth!
Sleuth and first-time mom Kate Connolly has found the perfect work-from-home Mommy job. After all, the hours are flexible and if you're going to be up all night anyway, you might as well solve some crimes. Join Kate, her charming mentor, loving husband, and eccentric mother as they bring down the bad guys and bring up baby. Hilarious, fast-paced, and totally addicting!

"Fast-paced and fun!"--Rhys Bowen, New York Times Bestselling Author

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“Can you tell me the last time you saw him?”

My breath caught. “The last time we saw George?”

Jim stood at the mention of his brother’s name.

“Is he a transient, ma’am?” Dowling asked.

I felt the baby kick. “Hold on a sec.” I held out the phone to Jim.

“It’s the San Francisco medical examiner. He’s asking about George.”

Jim froze, let out a slight groan, then crossed to me and took the phone.

“This is Jim Connolly.”

The baby kicked again. I switched positions. Standing at this point in the pregnancy was uncomfortable, but so was sitting or lying down for that matter. I got up and hobbled over to Jim, put my hands on his back and leaned in as close as my belly would allow, trying to overhear.

Why was the medical examiner calling about George?

“I don’t know where George is. I haven’t seen him for a few months.” Jim listened in silence. After a moment he said, “What was your name again? Uh-huh . . . What number are you at?” He scratched something on a scrap of paper then said, “I’ll have to get back to you.” He hung up and shoved the paper into his pocket.

“What did he say?” I asked.

Jim grimaced, pinching the bridge of his nose. “A body was found in the bay. It’s badly decomposed and unidentifiable.”

Panic rose in my chest. “What does that have to do with George?”

“They found his bags on the pier near where the body was recovered. They went through his stuff and got our number off an old cell phone bill. They want to know if George has any scars or anything on his body so they can . . .” His shoulders slumped. He shook his head and covered his face with his hands.

I waited for him to continue, the gravity of the situation sinking in. I felt a strong tightening in my abdomen.

A Braxton Hicks?

Instead of speaking, Jim clenched his left hand, an expression somewhere between anger and astonishment on his face. He turned and made his way to the kitchen. I followed.

“Does he have any scars or . . .” I couldn’t finish the sentence. A strange sensation struck me, as though the baby had flip-flopped. “Uh, Jim, I’m not sure about this, but I may have just had a contraction...”