The Chocolate Cat Caper (Chocoholic Mysteries, No. 1)
After giving up her profession as a Texas trophy spouse, 28-year-old Lee McKinney reveals herself in a Michigan lodge city, preserving the books for her Aunt Nettie’s luxurious chocolate company. yet she quickly reveals that her new existence isn’t all muffins and bonbons…
Clementine Ripley, the safeguard lawyer every body likes to hate, is throwing a celebration that demands a number of thousand money worthy of customized chocolates—some made within the picture of her champion cat. Lee jumps on the activity, yet candy luck takes a sour flip while a person provides and additional ingrediant—cyanide—to one among their scrumptious candies and it unearths its manner into Ms. Ripley’s mouth. Now it’s as much as Lee to determine who tampered with Aunt Nettie’s recipe earlier than they locate themselves at the back of not-so-chocolate bars.
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Secondhand in 1910 and the kitchen sink used to be new in 1918. It has a “Michigan basement”—cement partitions, yet a sand floor—which i believe should have been excellent for farm households desiring a spot to shop apples and potatoes, yet turns out type of extraordinary within the twenty-first century. The decor is genuine nation, now not decorator “country,” and lines an accumulation of furnishings sufficiently old to be old, yet now not useful adequate to be worthy promoting. As I stated, it’s homey. I additionally locate it spooky, as the sector.
have been nonetheless checking how the chocolate were dealt with right here at TenHuis Chocolade. i used to be certain these muffins were natural, unadulterated yummy while Aunt Nettie gave them to me. If one among them were used to poison Clementine Ripley, it have been given the cyanide remedy after I left it on the huge, chilly apartment at the aspect. whilst my flip got here, I went over a similar fabric. I defined how I had watched Aunt Nettie set up the sweets and dipped end result at the silver trays that Clementine.
Had laid siege to the chocolate store, and that i toyed with the assumption of constructing a diversion. yet you didn’t desire me.” “There used to be just one motor vehicle after us. Tracy informed me find out how to escape.” “Actually, there have been vehicles. i used to be the second one one.” Joe leaned down and regarded within the van window. “That swing round the previous Root Beer Barrel was once slick, Tracy. I drove over right here the good way around. i presumed it's possible you'll cease within the car parking zone, and that i desired to ascertain every thing was once okay.” He was once nonetheless treating me.
That we’d been taken in for extra wondering. yet after a couple of block, the driving force unexpectedly speeded up, and that i observed a Warner Pier police automobile pull out into the line in the back of us with lighting fixtures flashing. Then one other pulled out. the 2 of them blocked the line, and we drove off—figuratively giving the clicking the finger. It used to be a very good second. once we have been round the curve and out of sight, the motive force minimize the siren. “Oh, my,” Aunt Nettie stated. “That was once fun.” Glossop preened. “The leader and that i labored.
The yr i used to be 16, the 12 months my mom and dad divorced and that i was once packed off to paintings for Aunt Nettie and Uncle Phil within the chocolate store. I’d made a number of buddies one of the neighborhood ladies who had summer time jobs within the downtown companies, and we’d spent our off hours on the seashore, flirting with the Warner Pier men (dating a summer time customer may perhaps smash your rep) and drooling over Joe Woodyard. He’d been the best-looking man in Warner Pier in these days—dark curly hair, darkish brows, lengthy lashes, and shiny blue.