Deer Hollow’s new mayor has a past. He portrays himself as a distinguished member of the community. But Joey isn’t buying what he’s selling. It might have something to do with the dead body draped over his breakfast table. Lord Acton once said, “Power corrupts, and absolute power corrupts absolutely.” I wouldn’t know. I have no power. My name is Joey and I’m an unabashed bumpkin. I live in a quaint and quirky country town named Deer Hollow. We’re pretty simple and laid back in the Hollow. But that doesn’t mean the occasional murder can’t happen here. It’s just that when it does, it seems more surprising somehow. Especially when a corpse turns up in the mayor’s kitchen. (Psst! If you’re keeping track, he does have power.) But don’t worry, we’re on it. By “we” I mean me, the Greek deity (my boyfriend Hal), and my sweet Pitbull Caphy. Yeah, I didn’t include my snooty Siamese cat, LaLee or our adorable pot-bellied pig Ethel Squeaks. Not because I love them any less. But let’s face it, the cat isn’t going to get her paws dirty delving into a messy murder, and the pig…well…she tends to hoard all the evidence in her little tent in my kitchen, so…