Penelope Covens has done something she hasn't done in eighty years-unpacked. Three months after the Ashworth case, she's settled into Crimson Canyon Estates with blackout curtains, a standing seat at the pool bar, and a neighbor named Barbara who's convinced she's a witch. Salt lines on doorways. Crosses on the mailbox. An internet quiz that came back 100% positive. Penelope finds it hilarious. Barbara does not. Then a family visit ends in a "heart attack" that wasn't. Penelope does what she's done for eighty years: lies to everyone and investigates. Something in his medicine cabinet doesn't belong. Someone who doesn't live here was in his casita before he died. She's circling three suspects: the wife everyone whispers about, the mistress with too much to lose, and the victim's son in a leased BMW calling her "sweetie" with no idea what's across the bar from him. The worst part? Penelope might have caused this. Barbara is building a case that death follows her wherever she goes. She might not be entirely wrong. Will Penelope unmask the killer before Barbara unmasks her-or has she finally found the community she can't outrun?