Victoria Trumbull has lived most of her ninety-two
years on the Island. Martha's Vineyard, its magic
and its history, is part of the texture of her life.
Like other Islanders, she knows the sounds of the
sea in calm and stormy weatherand she knows
the sounds that do not belong. One evening while Victoria
waits on the dock for her granddaughter to return
with the harbormaster, she hears a chilling scream
followed by a splash and the sound of tires skidding
on sand. She investigates and discovers a mutilated
body floating on the outgoing tide.
With her granddaughter, Domingo the harbormaster, a
swarm of Island characters, and a few mysterious visitors,
Victoria manages to get in a good bit of detective
work. However, she isn't able to prevent further homicide.
As the tension mounts, Victoria concocts a scheme
to reveal the killer, yet still has time to prepare
her traditional Saturday night supper of Boston baked
Meanwhile, summer visitors bask on the beach, sail
Island waters, and shop in the Island stores, oblivious
to the death and disorder murder has brought to the
the native Islanders' lives.