Maybe Mrs. Mitchell had been kidnapped, maybe killed, or maybe she had just run away from her husband. Maybe someone had dug up Mr. Haymer’s prize-winning tulips, just before Beautification Week out of jealousy, or maybe there was a body buried there. Maybe the man in the green car was a police stakeout, or maybe he was a bad guy casing the Mitchell house or worse, maybe he was watching them. Maybe if Deanie hadn’t stretched the truth a little, and maybe if Izzy hadn’t fallen for it like usual, they wouldn’t’ have landed in the middle of a dangerous mystery, but they did. And there were too many maybes.