Art And Arsenic (Veronica Margreve Mysteries Book 2) - Plot & Excerpts
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 was Canadian. We met when we were both living in Seattle, working for a big tech company, where we got hired within a week of each other and shared a small office for a couple of years. She would go with me to see obscure, funny or not-so-much films at the Seattle International Film Festival; backpacked with me through the heat and humidity of Vietnam in August; and provided moral support trying times. She's moved on to working for several start-ups, riding the waves to their IPOs and doing pretty well. She now lived in Boston – for the hockey, I suspected, as much as anything else. Among other things, she was quite a wine connoisseur: she had an interest in wines and could remember the taste of seemingly any wine she's ever tried, and what those around her had thought of it.
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