The Central Park Carousel Horse: South Cozy Mystery

"A man doesn't just materialize on the saddle of a wooden horse. He walks. And if he walks, after a night of rain, he leaves mud behind. On the path, on the platform, on the steps. He leaves a trail. Martin Hoyt had left nothing behind." The carousel in Central Park has been closed since November. Fifty-eight wooden horses, motionless for months. One April morning, however, someone is sitting in one of those saddles. They don't move. They don't breathe. Among the park's avenues, two detectives, aided by eccentric allies, try to solve the mystery. But what appears to be an accident is only the first crack in thirty years of silence. Because that carousel isn't just an attraction, it's a pact. A place where six lives intersected, made promises to one another, and never stopped lying. And in New York, when the past comes back to settle the score, it always does so in the same spot: where it all began to spin.