Ours Is a Tale of Murder

"A shocking collision made all the more satisfying by Murphy’s brilliant twists...Clear your schedule—you won’t be putting this down until that last, mesmerizing page.” —Carter Wilson, USA Today and Publishers Weekly bestselling author of Tell Me What You Did One quiet neighborhood Three different families Bound by murder Klara never wanted the house with the white picket fence. Troy never wanted anything else. Nothing is quite right with this happy couple, but isn’t every home hiding something? Mary, the mother in the blue house, is cleaning out her son’s old room before she sells, haunted by the mistakes of her past and afraid of what her home has become. Henry, freshly laid off and back living with his parents, has plenty of time to watch everyone—especially wives. He knows something is wrong with the couple across the street. But then, nothing is quite what it seems, and sometimes you miss what’s right in front of you. Murder will soon thread its way through this world in ways no one will see coming—unless you’ve been the one plotting it all along.

"A shocking collision made all the more satisfying by Murphy’s brilliant twists...Clear your schedule—you won’t be putting this down until that last, mesmerizing page.” —Carter Wilson, USA Today and Publishers Weekly bestselling author of Tell Me What You Did One quiet neighborhood Three different families Bound by murder Klara never wanted the house with the white picket fence. Troy never wanted anything else. Nothing is quite right with this happy couple, but isn’t every home hiding something? Mary, the mother in the blue house, is cleaning out her son’s old room before she sells, haunted by the mistakes of her past and afraid of what her home has become. Henry, freshly laid off and back living with his parents, has plenty of time to watch everyone—especially wives. He knows something is wrong with the couple across the street. But then, nothing is quite what it seems, and sometimes you miss what’s right in front of you. Murder will soon thread its way through this world in ways no one will see coming—unless you’ve been the one plotting it all along.