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.