Ballykittery has witnessed many a strange and unusual event within the frame of its borough. Some of these stories have been told, plenty of them remain untold.
Some people leave and inevitably return, others come to dig into the town's rich history and learn about themselves, the majority live their days out in Ballykittery with no yearning to know what lies beyond the town limits.
There are things that never change- the townsfolk's outrage and grumbling acceptance at council spending, Ballykittery United, the local football team, being good for a cup run but rarely good enough to see it through and bring home any silverware, and the all-enduring Saturday market.
One Saturday, a new fellow sets up stall. He hasn't come to sell fruit and veg, knock-off clothes and nor do his curious items fall into the usual market bric-a-brac and tat category. On the lookout for something for her grandson, Joyce Garnett finds herself drawn to this oily smooth-voiced and well-travelled vendor's stall. Surely there could be no harm in treating herself to an unremarkable oak photo frame from this charming salesman, could there?
When Jane Madarang's neighbor Natalie kills herself and leaves behind cryptic instructions, it's up to Jane and her classmates to unearth deadly secrets.
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Natalie Driscoll is dead.
She threw herself out a window and left her neighbor Jane to unravel their town's darkest secrets. Following Natalie's instructions leads Jane to three other high school students who all have something to hide. The four of them must carry out Natalie's final errand while solving the mysteries written in her diary. But the secrets they unearth may be far more dangerous than what they ever imagined.
Content and/or trigger warning: This story contains scenes of suicide, violence and murder that may be triggering for some readers.
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