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By Leann Sweeney

From the writer of choose Your Poison comes a loopy case of matrimonial homicide and a broken-hearted bride-to-be whilst a relatives visitor will get hit over the pinnacle with a present. The undesirable reception simply will get deadlier for Houston PI Abby Rose, enlisted to unravel the marriage fiasco.

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She laughed. “And so you should. Seriously, it may simply have been seeing all that blood that got to her. I’m not too good with blood myself. Anyway, I called only to explain why I ran out on you yesterday. Terry’s up and hungry, so before he starts talking about kolaches or doughnuts, I better get some fruit and bran into him. ” She hung up. Poor Terry. A man who loved to eat as much as he did had no business getting mixed up with my sister. She juiced everything imaginable, even ears of corn, and bought seeds and nuts and vegetables no ordinary person had ever heard of.

I knew about those types because of my own January wedding several years back, the one I hadn’t really forgotten. The one I could only hope to forget in time. I maneuvered my Camry through a sparsely populated upscale neighborhood ever closer to the ocean and finally came upon parked cars lining both sides of a dead-end street. Folks who had dragged their dress-up winter coats out of mothballs were walking up the hill to a monstrous white house at the end of the cul-de-sac. We’d found the spot.

Kate and Sylvia lost their grip on the basket and all those pretty little pouches scattered over the tile floor. Some of the netting opened, sending tiny seeds bouncing in every direction. The music stopped. No more laughing. No more conversations. Sylvia whispered, “Oh my God,” then took off in the direction of the scream. I followed, Kate close behind me. We pushed by people who looked frozen in time, their collective silence almost oppressive. Maybe it was the adrenaline rush that heightened my senses, but the mix of seafood and booze and flowers seemed like an ocean I had to swim through.

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