When Minerva identifies a murder weapon as a priceless sixteenth-century artifact, she's sure her eyes must be deceiving her. Even by Bryd Hollow standards, five hundred years seems like an absurd amount of time to hold a grudge.

The knife can't possibly be real. Can it? Each bizarre secret she uncovers leaves Minerva more determined to get to the bottom of the blade's origins. But the deeper she digs, the more she angers and alienates her new friends. And the police. And possibly a few unsavory criminals.

With nobody left on her side except her dog (and even he's getting a little mad), Minerva will have to risk everything to reveal the truth and unmask a killer. Her almost perfect new life might just depend on it.