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Four friends play a game of croquet on their tour of Ireland. . . and another (crappy) husband bites the dust.

The  Arkansas 4 win a trip to the Emerald Isle with a group of Bluff Springs  compatriots. Amy, Zelda, Genna, and Rian dream of castle ruins, fairy  houses, and the hunt for Rian's roots. But when a wedding ends in  murder, Amy b

Four friends play a game of croquet on their tour of Ireland. . . and another (crappy) husband bites the dust.

The  Arkansas 4 win a trip to the Emerald Isle with a group of Bluff Springs  compatriots. Amy, Zelda, Genna, and Rian dream of castle ruins, fairy  houses, and the hunt for Rian's roots. But when a wedding ends in  murder, Amy befriends the Garda Síochána to help solve the crime.

 When  is a maid not a maid? That's the riddle Amy must solve before the killer  can be brought to justice as the handsome Garda O'Shannon hopes.

Amy  soon discovers everyone has something to hide, including her friend  Doris. Suspects mount and so do the bodies, threatening to ruin their  visit to the Emerald Isle. Between the croquet theme and the banshee  screams, Amy realizes her precognitive snippets have followed her to  Ireland. And, maybe even brought her closer to her family roots. Could  her grandmother hail from an ancient Celtic tribe? Will Rian find her  long-lost clan? It's all within the realm possibilities in the land of  lore, legend, and flannel.

Come to Ireland with the Arkansas 4! Enjoy all this wonderful country has to offer and that includes the handsome Garda they call Mr. Dimples investigating the crime in County Cork. 

They may dream of castle ruins, tricky fairies, and the hunt for Rian’s roots. But when a wedding ends in murder, Amy befriends the Garda Síochána to help sol

Come to Ireland with the Arkansas 4! Enjoy all this wonderful country has to offer and that includes the handsome Garda they call Mr. Dimples investigating the crime in County Cork. 

They may dream of castle ruins, tricky fairies, and the hunt for Rian’s roots. But when a wedding ends in murder, Amy befriends the Garda Síochána to help solve the crime. When is a maid not a maid? That’s the riddle Amy must solve before the killer can be brought to justice.  

Amy discovers that everyone has something to hide, including her friend Doris (from the KILLER CLUB!) 

Suspects mount and so do the bodies, threatening to ruin their visit to  the Emerald Isle. 

Between the croquet theme and the banshee screams, Amy realizes her snippets have followed her to Ireland. And maybe even brought her closer to her family roots. Could her grandmother really be from an old Celtic tribe? Will Rian find her long-lost clan? It’s all within the possibilities in the land of lore, legend, and flannel. 

  “Of course, we have our passports. Why wouldn’t we?” Realization hit Zelda’s eyes. “You think someone stole our passports? Someone like that maid?”

“I’m thinking maybe she was pretending to be someone else.”

Zelda gasped again. “You think she’s a spy?”

Amy burst out laughing. “A spy? Why would a spy be here?”

“Well, you never know,” Zelda s

  “Of course, we have our passports. Why wouldn’t we?” Realization hit Zelda’s eyes. “You think someone stole our passports? Someone like that maid?”

“I’m thinking maybe she was pretending to be someone else.”

Zelda gasped again. “You think she’s a spy?”

Amy burst out laughing. “A spy? Why would a spy be here?”

“Well, you never know,” Zelda said. “Spies are like that. They show up in unexpected places and unexpectedly get killed. I knew there was something odd about that woman.”

“Odd? You mean other than the ice pick wounds in her back?”

“She didn’t have on the right shoes,” Zelda said, her lips pursed in a righteous pout. “She had on a pair of Girotti! What woman in her right mind wears handmade Italian heels to scrub toilets and make beds? I know that brand. I’d recognize that clunky block heel anywhere. She wasn’t wearing tights, either. And that’s just not a good look for a maid.”