The Godmother
Her father is barely buried when Ivy takes the sceptre. Thirty days to find the traitor, or everything falls to the Council of Elders. Her adopted brother hides his ambition, the agent in her house is losing his nerve, a rival heir kneels over one glass of whiskey. On the seventh night she presses play. Three recordings. Dead silence. Shackles, chances, a blade's edge — every one of them a piece on her board. When the throne is forged, she knows who killed her father.