The Corpse Wore Tartan

Can there be such a thing as too many men in kilts; Normally Liss MacCrimmon, proprietor of Moosetookalook, Maine's one and only Scottish Emporium, would say no. But that's before one of them turns out to be murderous.The bagpipes are blaring at The Spruces Hotel, which reopened just in time to host the Burns Night Supper, an annual celebration of Scotland's beloved poet, Robert Burns. In the midst of the long Maine winter, the festivities are just the thing to give local businesses a boost. But when the Scottish Heritage Appreciation Society arrives on the scene, their long-held grudges and animosity only grows as the whiskey flows. Then a fierce blizzard hits, trapping everyone -- angry Scotsmen, hapless hotel staff, and Liss herself. It isn't long before a body is discovered face down in a storage room, covered in tartan and blood. Liss and her friends must work fast before another body goes as cold as the snowstorm keeping them cooped up with a killer.