It's taken almost a year, but Tai Randolph finally has her new life together. She's running a semi-successful Atlanta gun shop catering to Civil War re-enactors. Her relationship with the sexy if somewhat security-obsessed Trey Seaver is going smoothly. Most importantly, there's not a single corpse on her horizon, and her previously haphazard existence is finally stable. For a minute anyway. When a tornado scatters the skeletal remains of a Confederate soldier, Tai is asked to assist with the recovery effort. It's a job her late Uncle Dexter would have relished, as does Tai, especially when she discovers a jumble of bones in the Kennesaw Mountain underbrush. Her problem? The skeleton is not the one she's looking for. Her search reveals a more recent murder, with her deceased uncle at the top of the suspect list. As Tai struggles to clear Dexter's name—and save the shop he left her—she digs up more than old bones. Deadly secrets also lie buried in the red Georgia clay. Tai realizes there's a murderer on the loose, a clever one who has tried to conceal the crimes of the present in the stories of the past. And when the killer's crosshairs center on her, Tai must risk her own life to unravel two mysteries—one from a previous century, one literally at her doorstep.