Hazel and I have finally escaped the housekeeping business. We’ve put aside our toilet brushes for a new gig—The Salty Sirens, two best friends who cleanse homes of negative energy. No rubber gloves required.

Life is good. I’m engaged to my hunky Irishman, Rune, and we’ve finally moved in together. What could go wrong? That’s what I thought until a moving truck pulled up across the street and men started carrying my mother’s belongings into the house directly across from mine.

But Mom didn’t just buy a house. She also bought the town laundromat, which she’s convinced is haunted. When the laundromat’s most difficult customer turns up dead in a commercial dryer, folded like a fitted sheet, Mom’s new business becomes a crime scene.

And thanks to a very public argument with the victim, guess who the prime suspect is? That’s right. Me. As if solving a murder wasn’t enough, Mom’s new hairdresser friend gives me the creeps, Hazel’s boyfriend is acting strangely secretive, and Rune’s sweet whispers have turned to mewling—the feline kind.

Can I clear my name, save my mother’s business, and figure out why my fiancé is coughing up hairballs—before it’s too late?