What if the dead could accuse the living—not with words, but with a face?
When a man is found dead in a service corridor behind the exhibition hall, the gallery’s desperate proprietor summons Sherlock Holmes. What the great detective uncovers is not a ghost story but something far more unsettling: a web of decade-old murder, financial conspiracy, and one woman’s extraordinary act of patience—a widow who spent three years learning the sculptor’s craft so she could rebuild her husband’s face from memory and mount it on a public plinth for his killers to see.
A case like no other—where the evidence is sculpted in wax, justice wears a veil, and the riddle that only Holmes can solve may leave even him uncertain of the answer.
Paisley MacDonald writes cozy mysteries threaded with slow-burn romance, small-town secrets, and just enough danger to keep the kettle whistling. Drawn to wind-swept villages, lakeside cafés, and tight-knit communities where everyone knows your name—and your business—she loves exploring the tender spaces between grief and hope, loyalty and betrayal, suspicion and love. Her stories blend clever clues, atmospheric settings, and emotionally grounded heroines who solve crimes while navigating matters of the heart. When she isn’t plotting fictional mischief, Paisley can be found walking coastal paths, collecting vintage teacups, and eavesdropping (purely for research) in charming neighborhood cafés.View all by Paisley MacDonald
