A body on the steps. A neighborhood that saw nothing. Vivian Salvatore came back to Telegraph Hill with a cat, a divorce, and a book she can't seem to write. At fifty-two, she's learning how to begin again. Then she finds one of the city's most ambitious developers dead on the third landing. The police call it a fall. But after twenty-seven years of reading teenagers' faces, Vivian knows when a story doesn't fit. A wrongly buttoned coat. A misplaced cigarette. Storefronts quietly sold to a Delaware post-office box. Her questions uncover secrets about money, loyalty, grief, and who really gets to call a place home. A warm, atmospheric San Francisco mystery with a sharp-eyed midlife sleuth and a neighborhood worth coming back to. Perfect for fans of: ¿ Intelligent cozy mysteries ¿ Amateur sleuths ¿ Strong older female protagonists ¿ Found family and neighborhood stories ¿ Atmospheric mysteries set in real places Book One in The Telegraph Hill Mysteries.