Ropes and Trees and Murder: Fiona Fleming Cozy Mysteries #6
The fresh paint smell washed through the foyer as the open front door of the annex gaped, three workmen carefully balancing a large, leather sofa between them, muttering about care and caution as I stood to one side and watched them maneuver their expert way. Sunlight shone through the stained glass panels flanking the tall, oak entry, casting a stunning lightscape over the parts of the shining wood floor not covered in a temporary mask of cardboard laid to protect them from the heavy boots of the men unloading furniture.