Getting better at organizing? Check.

Getting better at attracting murder? Unfortunately, also check.

Izzy Bishop is finally starting to find her footing—both at her sister-boss Lauren’s organizing company and in her newly chaotic life. But when a job at retired baseball legend Victor Rivera’s mansion leads to Izzy touching a pair of peridot cufflinks, she’s hit with a psychic vision she can’t a knife buried in someone’s back.

When a real murder is discovered soon after, the police take a sudden—and very uncomfortable—interest in Izzy. So much for keeping things tidy.

Now everyone around her seems to be lying—about money, love, and loyalty. Between possible shady dealings at a wealth-management firm, a betrayed spouse, and heirs with more entitlement than truth, Izzy’s juggling more suspects than closet clutter. Lauren wants her to keep the “voodoo stuff” to herself, but Izzy’s determined to sort out what’s real and what’s just another dangerous lie.

This cozy-ish mystery—packed with humor, heart, and a little spice and sass—proves that not every mess can be handled with bins and labels. And if Izzy doesn’t untangle this one soon, she might be the next thing someone tries to neatly eliminate.