{"product_id":"lobster-dinner-death-a-cape-cod-cozy-mystery-book-6-paperback","title":"Lobster Dinner Death (A Cape Cod Cozy Mystery, Book 6), Paperback","description":"\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: #00aaff;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003e\u003ci\u003eLobster Dinner Death \u003c\/i\u003eis Book Six in the\u003cem\u003e Cape Cod Cozy Mysteries.\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: #ff00ff;\"\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003cmeta charset=\"utf-8\"\u003eEbook version coming in August 2026!\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"line-height: 110%; tab-stops: .25in .5in .75in 1.0in 1.25in 1.5in 2.0in 2.5in 3.0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-autospace: none;\"\u003e\u003ca name=\"_Hlk92614856\"\u003e\u003c\/a\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 150%;\" class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003cspan style=\"mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman';\"\u003eA lobster dinner should end with dessert. This one ends with sirens.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cspan style=\"mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman';\"\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 150%;\" class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman';\"\u003eWhen Cassie and her friends organize a lobster dinner fundraiser to help a struggling fisherman, his wife, and their precocious eight-year-old daughter, the evening is meant to bring the community together for a good cause.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 150%;\" class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman';\"\u003eInstead, it ends in murder.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 150%;\" class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman';\"\u003eJust as the event reaches its peak, a stack of heavy lobster traps crashes down from above— straight onto Conrad Novak, an unpopular real estate developer. In a town where Conrad has made more enemies than friends, there’s no shortage of suspects.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 150%;\" class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman';\"\u003eMeanwhile, Cassie and Jake continue their hunt for Red, determined to solve the lingering art theft mystery that has weighed on Cassie’s heart for months. She is more determined than ever to prove that her friend John was framed for a crime he didn’t commit. Can she solve the case and bring much-needed peace to his family?\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 150%;\" class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman';\"\u003eIf you enjoy coastal charm, twists and turns, and endearing characters, you’ll love the \u003ci\u003eCape Cod Cozy Mysteries!\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 115%;\" class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cimg style=\"margin-bottom: 8px; float: none;\" alt=\"five stars\" src=\"https:\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0754\/5444\/7933\/files\/SmallerFiveStarsCropped_480x480.jpg?v=1706237296\" width=\"115\" height=\"22\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cstrong\u003e\"Another intriguing mystery for Cassie and her friends in Sand Dune Shores after a real estate developer is murdered at a fundraising dinner. There are plenty of suspects and motives abound while I was left guessing as to the identity of the murderer until the end.\"\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cstrong\u003e~ Suzie116\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cstrong\u003e\"I happily recommend this book, especially if you’ve read the previous five books and want to know if “Red” is finally caught!\"\u003cbr\u003e~ CEBarrus\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cstrong\u003e\u003cmeta charset=\"utf-8\"\u003e\"Another excellent book in this series. Cassie and Sydney continue to get involved and help solve murder mysteries. Jake is Cassie's boyfriend, he's been working with her to solve a mystery that happened a couple of years ago when she had amnesia after a car accident. The small beach town they live in has a very supportive community, which helped Cassie as she was recovering. Lots of twists and suspects in this 'who done it' as well as a possible end to the car accident mystery.\"\u003cbr\u003e~ KJM28\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: #ff00ff;\"\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003cmeta charset=\"utf-8\"\u003eEbook coming in August 2026!\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cstrong\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: #00aaff;\"\u003eExcerpt\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003e\u003cspan style=\"text-decoration: underline;\"\u003eChapter 1\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003eThe salty breeze from the Nantucket Sound drifted through the open double doors of the \u003ci\u003eSand Dune Shores Community Hall\u003c\/i\u003e as Cassie stood on the front steps balancing a coil of rope on her hip and trying not to trip over the stack of wire lobster traps at her feet.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003e“Careful with those,” Benjamin Harding called from behind her. “They’ve got sharp edges.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003eCassie glanced over her shoulder and smiled. “I may have lived most of my life in the Colorado mountains, but I think I can handle a few lobster traps.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003eCassie, Sydney, and the Hardings were setting up a lobster dinner fundraiser for a local fisherman, Nate Briggs, who had fallen on hard times after his boat was badly damaged and needed extensive repairs.\u003cspan class=\"Apple-converted-space\"\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003eElizabeth, Ben, and their son Jake organized the event with help from Cassie, Sydney, and numerous volunteers. Jake had gone to school with Nate’s wife, Lori, so the two families had known each other for years.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003eBy the time Cassie had finished, there were six wire lobster traps, a bundle of white coiled rope, and several buoys all artistically stacked to create a welcoming display. She had also added a strand of Edison lights to provide a more festive atmosphere.\u003cspan class=\"Apple-converted-space\"\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003eSydney wrote, “Lobster Dinner Fundraiser for the Briggs Family,” on a chalkboard, which she placed on an easel next to Cassie’s display.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003e“That looks wonderful,” Ben said.\u003cspan class=\"Apple-converted-space\"\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003eCassie glanced around to determine where the voice had come from.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003e“Up here,” he called, leaning against the black iron railing of the long balcony that ran the length of the building one story above. “I was just bringing the extra decorations to the storage closet up here,” he added, as he slipped through the sliding glass door.\u003cspan class=\"Apple-converted-space\"\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003eCassie wiped her hands on her khaki skirt. The early evening gave the harbor a warm glow as lobster boats bobbed gently against the docks.\u003cspan class=\"Apple-converted-space\"\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003eCassie examined the decorative display beside the entrance. Elizabeth had insisted the display needed to look festive but authentic. “It’s missing something,” she said.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003eElizabeth rubbed her chin thoughtfully. “More rope?” she suggested.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003eClara Briggs, Nate and Lori’s daughter, stood on the sidewalk with her hands on her hips, studying the display with the intense concentration only an eight-year-old could muster. “I think it needs more lobster traps.” Her dark braid hung down her back, and her sneakers were scuffed with sand.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003e“I think she’s right,” Jake said, disappearing inside and returning with two more traps.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003e“Well, hello there,” Cassie said to Nate and Lori. “What do you think?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003e“It looks lovely,” Lori said.\u003cspan class=\"Apple-converted-space\"\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003e“Don’t let Clara boss you around too much,” Nate added with a grin.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003eCassie put her arm around the girl’s shoulders. “Not at all. She can be our design consultant.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003eLori laughed softly. “We can’t thank you enough for doing this.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003e“It was all my parents’ idea,” Jake said. “But we were happy to help.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003e“We appreciate all the work you and the other volunteers have put into this,” Nate said.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003eThey finished arranging the display, and it turned out Clara had been right. It did need a couple of more traps.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003eLori reached down to brush sand off her daughter’s pink denim jacket.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003e“Why don’t you go help Mrs. Harding set up the napkins inside?” she suggested.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003eClara made a face. “Napkins are boring.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003eLori leaned closer. “Go ahead, honey. I’m sure she would love to see you.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003eThe girl shrugged and darted into the hall.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003eNate watched her go, his expression soft. “She’s got more energy than the rest of us combined.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003eLori slipped her arm through his. “And more opinions.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003eCassie glanced toward the harbor. “I’m really glad the town pulled this together for you.”\u003cspan class=\"Apple-converted-space\"\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003eNate nodded. “It truly means a lot.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003eHis lobster boat remained at the dock these days, the engine still damaged from the mysterious incident that threatened to end his season early. Cassie was thrilled that the community would rally around him. She hoped the repairs could be done in time to salvage at least some of the season.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003eThey finished setting up just in the nick of time. The first guests arrived at 6:00, followed by a stream of others.\u003cspan class=\"Apple-converted-space\"\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003eJudging by the growing crowd, the fundraiser was going to be a success. It seemed the whole town had turned out for the event.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003eAfter greeting the initial guests, Cassie and Sydney went inside, where volunteers bustled between round tables already set with plastic bibs, crackers, and little metal lobster picks. The smell of steaming lobster and melted butter drifted from the kitchen. Laughter and conversation filled the room as people took their seats.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003eCassie moved between tables, chatting with guests. She had only been in town since February, but working at the inn and knowing the Hardings and Sydney meant that she had met a lot of people.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003eAs one of the volunteers turned on the string lights overhead, casting a warm glow across the hall, Clara clapped her hands.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003e“Alright everyone!” Elizabeth called. “Let’s get ready to serve the lobster!”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003eApplause broke out.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003eVolunteers carried trays of steaming lobsters from the kitchen, setting them down in front of eager guests.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003eCassie tied on a bib and sat beside Nate and Lori.\u003cspan class=\"Apple-converted-space\"\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003eClara perched herself in the chair between them, swinging her legs.\u003cspan class=\"Apple-converted-space\"\u003e  \u003c\/span\u003e“This is fun,” she said.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003e“Wait until you try the pie,” Jake said.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003eClara’s eyes widened.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003eAcross the room, the double doors opened again.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003eA tall man stepped inside, brushing imaginary dust from the sleeve of his tailored jacket.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003eThe cheerful chatter died down slightly as several people turned their heads toward him.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003eCassie recognized the man immediately as Conrad Novak, a local real estate developer.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003eHe smiled broadly and waved with both hands as if he were the mayor. “Evening, everyone.”\u003cspan class=\"Apple-converted-space\"\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003eA few answered with a nod, but nobody spoke to him directly. The awkwardness lasted just long enough for Cassie to feel uncomfortable. Then Ben cleared his throat.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003e“Well, Conrad,” he said politely, “we’re glad you could make it.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003eConrad nodded. “I wouldn’t miss it. Community events are important.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003eCassie caught Nate’s expression from across the table. His jaw tightened, and his eyes glistened with anger.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003eLori placed a gentle hand on his arm.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003eAfter chatting with a few people who responded curtly, Conrad took a seat at one of the round tables.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003eClara leaned toward Cassie. “Why does everyone look mad at that guy?” she whispered.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003eCassie lowered her voice. “Sometimes grown-ups disagree about things.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003eClara frowned thoughtfully. “Dad doesn’t like him.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003eCassie glanced toward Nate, who was staring down at the empty lobster shells on his plate.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003eMarilyn Parker, one of the volunteers, reluctantly came out and asked Conrad if he needed anything. Cassie couldn’t help but notice the strained expression on her face.\u003cspan class=\"Apple-converted-space\"\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003e“Thank you, Marilyn,” Conrad said, “but I couldn’t eat another bite.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003eCassie glanced up and noticed Elizabeth standing behind her. “What was that all about?” she asked.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003e“Marilyn and Conrad have a strained relationship. It’s a long story, but Marilyn is trying to forgive and be kind. That’s all.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003eAfter dinner, the crowd lingered over coffee and slices of blueberry pie.\u003cspan class=\"Apple-converted-space\"\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003eCassie went into the kitchen to check on the volunteers and when she returned, Nate wasn’t there.\u003cspan class=\"Apple-converted-space\"\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003e“He went out to get some air,” Lori said when she saw Cassie glancing around the room.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003eConrad stepped onto the front steps, pulling his phone from his pocket. The air in the room felt lighter when he left the hall.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003eThe decorative display of lobster traps stood beside the doorway, illuminated by a string of white Edison lights.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003eConrad glanced at the stack briefly, then turned toward the parking lot. He stepped toward the walkway, talking intently on his cell phone.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003eA sudden crash startled the guests, causing the conversation to stop. Cassie looked toward the glass door.\u003cspan class=\"Apple-converted-space\"\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003eTwo heavy wire traps had dropped from above, striking Conrad squarely across his shoulders and head with a violent clang. He staggered forward, collapsing onto the pavement. The traps bounced once, then lay still beside him.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003eCassie rose quickly and pushed open the double door. She approached Conrad, who lay sprawled on the walkway, one arm twisted beneath him. “Oh, my goodness,” she said, kneeling beside him. “Conrad? Conrad?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003eHe didn’t move. A thin line of blood trickled across his temple and fell onto the pavement.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003eBehind her, she could hear a stampede of footsteps as people rushed outside.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003e“What happened?” a short stocky man, still wearing his lobster bib, asked. “Is he alright?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003eCassie touched Conrad’s wrist, feeling for a pulse, but couldn’t find one. She swallowed hard. “I think he’s dead.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003eThe crowd fell silent.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003eClara stood beside the doorway, staring wide-eyed at the fallen traps. After a moment, she tugged gently on Lori’s sleeve. “Mom?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003eLori bent down. “Yes, honey?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003eClara pointed toward the display beside the door. “The display used to be taller. 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