The New York Times bestselling author of Double Shot cooks up a knockout treat featuring irrepressible caterer Goldy Schulz that gives new meaning to the phrase, “let's kill all the lawyers”
I tripped over the body of Dusty Routt sometime after 10 on the evening of October 19th.
Goldy Schulz has a lucrative new gig, preparing breakfasts and conference room snacks for a local law firm. It's time consuming, but Goldy is enjoying it-until the night she arrives to find the firm's paralegal dead. The poor girl also happens to be Goldy's next-door neighbor, and now her grieving mother begs Goldy to find out who murdered her daughter.
Just because the police are on the case doesn't mean Goldy can't do a little snooping-and catering-too. Before long, Goldy is knee-deep in suspects, one of whom is very dangerous and very liable to cook Goldy's goose.
Goldy Schulz has a lucrative new gig, preparing breakfasts and conference-room snacks for a local law firm. It's time-consuming, but Goldy is enjoying it -- until the night she arrives to find Dusty, the firm's paralegal, dead. The poor young woman also happened to be Goldy's friend and neighbor, and now Dusty's grieving mother begs Goldy to find out who murdered her daughter.
Just because the police are on the case doesn't mean Goldy can't do a little snooping herself. While catering a party at the home of one of the firm's lawyers, she manages to overhear an incriminating conversation and ends up discovering a few clues in the kitchen.
Before long, Goldy is knee-deep in suspects, one of whom is incre-dibly dangerous and very liable to cook Goldy's goose.
"Delicious...Davidson delivers another entertaining whodunit with delectable recipes."
