Sunlit place. Hidden darkness. A witness who sees what others miss.

Vicki and Peter had crossed Azerbaijan’s flame towers, Georgia’s misty vineyards and Armenia’s ancient monasteries before arriving at a quiet Turkish beach town for one last stretch of summer. The Blue Ocean Hotel — with its rose‑scented walled garden and sea breeze — was meant to be their sanctuary.

Then a child’s voice drifted across the balcony. “My name is Ohana.”

By morning, Ohana’s mother is dead. Her father has vanished. And Detective Inspector Furky is at Vicki’s door with a notebook and a question only she can answer.

What begins as a witness statement becomes something deeper. A poisoned book left at a murder scene. A van seen too many times. Judges with reputations to protect, doctors with secrets to bury, and a web of deceit that stretches from a beachside hotel to the highest chambers of Turkish power.

Vicki is not a detective. She is something rarer — a traveller who notices, a mother by instinct, a woman who has spent her life paying attention to people the world overlooks. And she is the one thing the killers never planned for.

The first book in the Murder Witness series. A whodunit shaped by 80 countries, soft murder told with a warm hand, and a heroine readers will follow anywhere.