Itβs been a bad year. Until recently, I had a handsome husband, a good job, and a renovated condo in Chicago. Now, thanks to one βexotically beautifulβ paralegal, Iβm divorced, faking my way through a freelance writing βcareerβ and living above my hypochondriac motherβs garage in Morrisville, the small town I couldnβt leave fast enough at eighteen. On top of all that, I just found Doc Hallacy, local pharmacist, dead behind his counter. The worst part is, heβs the third dead body Iβve stumbled across this year.
...A Bitter Pill
I guess itβs bad luck, or maybe just bad timing. Former bad boy turned Morrisville Sheriff, Jake Bristol, thinks Iβm just too nosy for my own good. But as a struggling freelancer for the Morrisville Gazette, itβs my job to be nosy. So as I delve deeper into Docβs death, Iβm not surprised to find that things donβt add up. This isnβt a βrobbery gone wrongβ or the work of a desperate junkie. Iβm pretty sure someone has a secret theyβre killing to keep. Only question isβwhoβs next?
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