THE PUMPKIN SPICE PROPECIES
Natalie hates Halloween. She especially hates pumpkin spice. So when her latte foam starts predicting the future, and everyone believes in the spooky sensation, she is not thrilled at all. Just the opposite.
Shell Bay takes to the phenomenon rather better than she does. Agnes Crofton slaps a "prophecy surcharge" on every cup and people can't get enough of the frothy readings. And when wet footprints begin appearing on the marina dock, leading from a locked boathouse to nowhere at all, it's official. Shell Bay is haunted.
The Wharf Rats aren't so sure. Somebody — or something — is behind the footprints, the foam is showing no signs of stopping, and a mysterious stranger with an equally mysterious bloodhound has just settled in at the corner table of the Bean Express with no explanation offered.
A cozy, funny standalone mystery set in the world of the Wharf Rat Mysteries.