A.L. Herbert books

Murder with Macaroni and Cheese (2016)

“You said that already,” I retort, slightly dazed as my eyes take in the sight before us: Raynell, in nothing but a nightshirt, flat on the floor. A shallow puddle of red surrounds her head and, at some point, streamed into the grout lines between the marble tiles. “And I’ll say it again. Oh HAIL...