Lavandovaia spal'nia - Natali Douson

Until August there were only a few days left, the heat gradually subsided, and the hostesses cooked jam from apricots and baked pies with raspberries. Sweet smells floated and mixed into the open windows, the midday sun was reflected in the grated parquet, and burgundy roses were wide open in an old porcelain vase. On such a day it remains only to enjoy the company of old friends and an airy lemon cake, but, alas... The return to the city of the old family and the subsequent cold-blooded murder of a venerable lady and the abduction of a little girl upsets the plans and makes more often look around - because it may well be that the guests - not those who pretend to be, and The killer has already chosen a new victim.