A Sensitive Kind Of Murder (A Kate Jasper Mystery) - Plot & Excerpts
White walls and black furnishings made the room, along with the stark black-and-white photos on the walls. But it didn’t smell achromatic. Not with the Heartlink Men’s Group potluck being held there. It smelled of wine and beer and apple juice, bolstered by the mixed scents of garlic, aftershave, chocolate, deodorant, and strawberries, not to mention sweat. All the members of the Heartlink group and their significant others were boisterously contributing to the mix. It didn’t sound achromatic, either. Voices bounced off the pale walls, drowning out the Enya track playing softly from multiple speakers. “Watch this!” Carl Russo’s son ordered, and then stepped carefully, like a tightrope walker, onto the humped back of the pristine black leather couch, traversing the back with an invisible pole in his hands and a chocolate-covered strawberry sticking out of his mouth. Kate Jasper chuckled along with Carl and the Kimmochi girls. It was easy to spot the children in the crowd, whatever their ages.
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