I knew our family reunion wouldn’t end well. But I didn’t expect murder. Maybe I should have known better.
After all, everyone in my family is a killer. My parents, my siblings, my in-laws . . . even me. The deaths weren’t all deliberate, of course.
Accidents happen. So when a body is found in the snow, it’s clear it’s the work of a Cunningham. But which one? And why? I’ll give you one clue: it wasn’t me. But a piece of advice? Never trust a Cunningham . . .