Bitty woke me up with a loud aria, walking around the bed. The little furry diva wanted her breakfast and was annoyed at me for sleeping in. I had stayed up late the night before. First, after coming home from the party, I sent a quick e-mail to my friend Krista. Krista ...
Somehow, being involved in a murder at a fancy party didn’t seem as thrilling in real life as it does in a book or a movie! In fact, I was feeling downright dismal – for George; for Rita, who had to come to terms with the fact that her husband was murdered; for the rest of the party guests and wa...