After he’s gone, she finds a small brass key under his plate. Surely he’ll return for more chocolate and the key. But he’s murdered, and the Death by Chocolate box leads police to Lindsay.
Is his death connected to the blonde in four-inch heels who demands to talk to Lindsay about her relationship with the woman’s husband?
Who is her husband? Fred? For all Lindsay knows, he could be married, could be a bigamist or even a trigamist. He is an over-achiever.
Lindsay’s life is spinning out of control with lots of questions and no answers.
Is the key a clue to the murder? What does it hide that makes it important enough for someone to kill Lindsay to get it?
“Write what you know,” they said. I’d been married three times. I wrote romances.
Fast forward ten years.
“Write what you know,” they said. I’d been divorced three times and fantasized about murdering my ex. Only massive doses of chocolate kept my finger off the trigger.
Now I write about murder and chocolate.