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Allie McMurphy lives the sweet life running her world-famous fudge shop on Mackinac Island-but when a killer strikes, she has to turn from creating confections to extracting confessions . . .
TAKING A BITE OUT OF CRIME
As a gesture of goodwill, Allie is bringing a tray of assorted fudge to her new husband's ex-wife, Melonie. But she finds Melonie's body on the floor of her photography studio-where a remote-controlled camera keeps snapping picture after picture. In one, she's alive, and in the next, she's dead.
While Rowan Giles, another visitor to the shop, chatters nervously-and incessantly-Allie dials the police, though she encourages her husband to leave the case to another officer. Several unidentified people were leaving when she arrived on the scene. Nevertheless, Rowan is the top suspect, thanks to one thing she didn't talk about: her bitter relationship with Melonie. Was Rowan just stirring the pot with all her gossipy gabbing?
Allie's not so sure. She's learning about some dark secrets in Melonie's past. And identifying an obvious suspect is one thing, but finding the truth is a whole other kettle of fudge . . .
TAKING A BITE OUT OF CRIME
As a gesture of goodwill, Allie is bringing a tray of assorted fudge to her new husband's ex-wife, Melonie. But she finds Melonie's body on the floor of her photography studio-where a remote-controlled camera keeps snapping picture after picture. In one, she's alive, and in the next, she's dead.
While Rowan Giles, another visitor to the shop, chatters nervously-and incessantly-Allie dials the police, though she encourages her husband to leave the case to another officer. Several unidentified people were leaving when she arrived on the scene. Nevertheless, Rowan is the top suspect, thanks to one thing she didn't talk about: her bitter relationship with Melonie. Was Rowan just stirring the pot with all her gossipy gabbing?
Allie's not so sure. She's learning about some dark secrets in Melonie's past. And identifying an obvious suspect is one thing, but finding the truth is a whole other kettle of fudge . . .