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Synopsis:
After Detective Donovan receives the call that wealthy millionaire Barbara Stiverson has been brutally murdered, he knows solving this case will not be easy. Everyone who was close to her could be the killer, as millions of dollars are at stake and everyone wants their share. There is no doubt, in his mind, that this murder was close up and personal.
A few weeks later, at a birthday celebration, Donovan watches as the guest of honor takes his last breath, falls to the floor, and dies. Donovan suspects that he was poisoned by someone in his family, but there is no proof to confirm his suspicions. Slowly, one by one, he starts to eliminate members of the family until only one is left.
For weeks Donovan struggles to solve these two unrelated cases. However, as the evidence piles up, he can’t rule out the fact that one man may be responsible for both deaths.
Excerpt From: The Proof Is In The Pudding
Taken from: Chapter Six
Marla Jo grinned. “Well, it looks like she remembers you.”
“Her problem, not mine.”
“It’s kinda my problem now.”
“Why would you think that?” Donovan asked.
“I have a liar working for me. I won’t put up with that. She’ll have to go.”
“Well, then, that is your problem,” Donovan said, grinning.
“Do you want dessert?” Marla Jo asked, changing the subject.
Donovan stared at her and laughed. “You’re kidding. Right?”
“Not at all. I hear they make a fantastic lava cake here and I’d like to try it.”
“Then, lava cake it is,” Donovan said, motioning to their waiter to come over to their table.
“So, you don’t have a cause of death?” Marla Jo commented, a half-hour later. She looked down at her empty plate.
“You’re not going to pick that plate up and lick it, are you? “ Donovan asked her, chuckling.
“Don’t be a smart ass. So, no cause of death?” she asked again.
“No. Although, my guess is that she was stabbed. Or, strangled. It’s impossible to tell with some of her parts missing, M. J. The coroner managed to piece most of her back together, but the heart, liver, and part of her left arm is missing.”
“What do you mean, part of her left arm?”
“Her left wrist to the elbow is gone. We found her all over that house. It’s the worst crime scene I’ve seen in my twenty years on the force.”
“Do you think it was more than one person who killed her? It would almost have to be with that much damage, don’t you think?”
“There’s a good possibility that there was more than one person. We found a lot of fingerprints that we haven’t been able to identify.”
“Have you eliminated anyone as suspects yet?” Marla Jo asked.
“Actually, we have,” Donovan told her. He took a sip of his coffee and glanced at her.”
“Well? Are you going to tell me who?”
“You really enjoy this, don’t you?” he asked.
“Enjoy what?”
“All this murder shit.”
Marla Jo looked away.