With flowers and infidelity sharing equal time around the clock, running one of Savannah’s most popular florist shops is hard work for best friends Parker Chase and Vivian Carmichael. Daisies by day, private investigation by night.
When a prominent socialite seeks them out for help, they gear up for what should be a cut-and-dry case. Just another job, until old shadows and unexpected complications start tangling it up. New seeds are planted, old stems are cut…and even the prettiest of flowers have thorns.
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Some of the methods Parker and I employed weren’t exactly on the legal side, which technically could have cost us our license or resulted in jail time if we were caught. I suffered absolutely no crisis of conscience over it, being that the government had paid me to bribe foreign assets into committing treason for seven years. I told Parker from the beginning that if there was anything she was uncomfortable doing, she could refuse with no hard feelings, but it never seemed to bother her either. Sometimes using shady methods gave us a lead we could follow up on legally and testify to in court. So listening in on Jackson Piedmont’s private phone calls wouldn’t have bothered me a bit, I was just annoyed we couldn’t do it at the moment.