It's been a bad year. Until recently, I had a handsome husband, a good job, and a renovated condo in Chicago. Now, thanks to one "exotically beautiful" paralegal, I'm divorced, faking my way through a freelance writing "career" and living above my hypochondriac mother's garage in Morrisville, the small town I couldn't 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, he's the third dead body I've stumbled across this year.
...A Bitter Pill
I guess it's bad luck, or maybe just bad timing. Former bad boy turned Morrisville Sheriff, Jake Bristol, thinks I'm just too nosy for my own good. But as a struggling freelancer for the Morrisville Gazette, it's my job to be nosy. So as I delve deeper into Doc's death, I'm not surprised to find that things don't add up. This isn't a "robbery gone wrong" or the work of a desperate junkie. I'm pretty sure someone has a secret they're killing to keep. Only question is--who's next?
