" Suddenly hands were around her throat, and Beatrice couldn't breathe. She bucked and kicked, clawing desperately at the meathooks around her fragile neck, but they didn't budge. Spots formed in front of her eyes, and Beatrice had a terrible thought: if she died, who would solve her murder? "

― Ari Ryder , Murder at the Harvey House (Beatrice Adams, #1)