The ice storm closed the road on a Tuesday. By Wednesday there were twenty-two people sleeping in the old elementary school, and Marion Cleary was running the building she'd run for thirty-one years, one more time.
Before Tuesday was over, Rennie Voss was dead at the bottom of the lighthouse stairs.
The medical examiner can't get up the peninsula for four days. There is no deputy, no phone service, and no power. There is a killer eating dinner in the gym with everybody else.
And the water is off - which matters more than anyone but Marion understands, because the only thing she can do that nobody else can requires her bare hands and a full sink, and the nearest running water is a stockpot of melted snow on a camp stove in a room with twenty-two people watching.
She has two days, one shot at a time, and a fire-drill roll sheet from 2009.
A closed-circle case in the Permanent Record Mysteries. Standalone - no prior books required.